Time To Write: Awkward

Thanks Rachel. I have just the thing for this week.
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She saw him enter the room and her heart missed a beat.
This was rather unfortunate, embarrassing and awkward, but she was not going to let him get the better of her again.
She remained seated on the cracked vinyl stool.
She saw a slight flush creep up his face when he saw her and watched to see what he’d do next.
He took a seat at the other end of the bar, then to her surprise took out a cigar and lit up.
She almost laughed aloud when his pink cheeks turned a sickly shade of green as he puffed the smoke sideways out of his mouth. It curled upwards into his grey eyes and made them water.

Picking up her bag, she walked over and sat down next to him.
‘Hello,’ she said.
‘Er, hi. I didn’t expect to see you here.’
‘No. You neither actually. Not exactly your scene, and since when have you smoked?’
He stubbed it out, burning his fingers in the process.
She smiled.
‘Let me buy you a drink, I think you need one.’
‘Yeah, Sure. Thanks. I’ll have a shandy.’
‘Cigarette?’
‘No. Disgusting habit. I see you’ve taken it up again.’
Still smiling, she put the pack and lighter away.
‘This your first time?’ she asked.
‘Yeah. It was recommended, but I don’t think I’ll stay long.’
‘Come over and join us, have a few laughs and bitch about the world.’
‘Um, no, thank you. I don’t think so.’
With that he left his drink untouched and scuttled away faster than she’ ever seen him move.
She resumed her seat with her friends.
‘Who was that?’ Annie asked.
‘That, my dear, was my ex husband.’

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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7 Responses to Time To Write: Awkward

  1. Michael says:

    I somehow related to this Di. I remember when my marriage ended there were a few awkward moments when we found ourselves in the same place. Well written I do have to say.

    • It happened Michael. Even down to the cigar.
      It didn’t help when we discovered we’d bought a house in the next but one street.

      • Michael says:

        Yeah well I moved out of our house and down the hill to my dad’s place. I remember when I told my younger kids at the time and they were upset my youngest son saying: “He’s only moving down to grandad’s.”

      • Ex and I had been divorced over eight years by then as I’d moved away. I wish him well though. He has a son I believe who is in his thirties now.

  2. Rachel says:

    Great read. Thanks for sharing. 🙂

  3. Pingback: Time To Write: A New Place [Creative Writing Prompt] – Rachel Poli

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