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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