Sunday 26 November 2017

Help Line, Flash Fiction

It was the end of Tessa's shift, Finlay was meeting her, she felt hot at the thought.  One more call,

Loud sobs and a deep breath,

'It's my husband, ' it usually is, sighed Tessa.

'He's having an affair, ' he usually is, Tessa yawned.

'I've got twins, they cry all the time.
I look a mess, it used to be so perfect.'

More sobbing.

Tessa drummed perfect nails on the desk.

'I can't live without him, Finlay's my world.'

It was a punch in the stomach,

' Look just tell your husband....' She paused

'Tell him you love him.'




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