For the visually challenged writer, the photo below is of a young couple sitting on a bed drinking coffee together and the young woman is whispering something in the young man’s ear.
He loved that shy smile, and patted the bed beside him.
She had something to tell him, she said, but first coffee.
Handing him a cup, she sat beside him.
‘Come closer,’ she whispered.
As he leaned towards her, he could smell the freshness of her hair from its morning wash, and felt the light breath as she opened her mouth to speak.
‘I knew there was someone else,’ she said quietly. ‘That coffee cup on the table confirms it. It has lipstick on it, and it’s not mine.’
With that, she dumped the scalding contents of her cup in his lap. As he screamed in shock and pain, she collected her jacket, and walked out, closing the door softly behind her.
Scenes were never her thing, but dignity was.
Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge March 1st.