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photo prompt by A Mixed Bag

Some Things Never Change

Wallace knocked ash from his cigarette, refreshed the coral ember, and blew smoke toward the No Smoking sign. A greasy tumbler of vodka rested at his elbow. A Rolex coiled on the table like a golden torc. His monogram embellished his folded wallet.

In silence, his phone’s face lit with a notification. He smoked and read the text.  Dinner is getting cold

Turning his head to speak over his shoulder, he said, “I have to go. My wife’s calling.”

“You said you’d tell her.”

“I have to wait for the right time.”

“You’ve been saying that for two years.”

“My kids—”

“Will be grown before it’s the right time. I’m done.” The woman rose from the bed and reached for her bra on a chair.

Wallace turned around to watch her dress.

“Why are you smiling?” she asked.

“You’re so damn hot.”

“Get a good look because it’s the last time.”

“Don’t be like that. I’m going to tell her.”

“Don’t bother, Wallace.” She finished dressing in a hurry, found her purse, and left him smoking.

He took one last drink while tapping the phone. OMW

 

Sunday Photo Fiction: 200-word stories

I wrote a second story for the same photo prompt.  You can read An Open Mind here.