She wore her favorite dress, excited about the dinner invitation.  It wasn’t like him to be spontaneous.  He arrived late, with a folder under one arm.

“I met with a lawyer last week.  I want a divorce.”

He talked logistics while she sipped Jasmine tea, his words slowly fading into the background.  Her mind sifted through the haze to more pleasant things …this sure is a nice place….I think I’ll come here back here some day….

No food was ordered.

Copyright Suzanne Norton 2015

Revised and Re-posted from October 22, 2014

About Suzanne

I write poetry, flash fiction, quotes and personal essays. Words flow forth like a river that cannot be dammed. Writing is my soul.
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2 Responses to Reservations?

  1. The poignant words stopped the breath 😦 Yet, it was beautifully written, Suzanne. 🙂


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