Toy Boy

He couldn’t believe that she was dumping him just because she found out he’d lied about his age.
What was the big deal?
He’d read about loads of celebrities whose partners were younger than them, some by decades, not just a few years.
When he pointed that out, she’d said she was an ordinary Jane Dow, not some pop star with oodles of money to have a tuck here, there and everywhere.
‘How do you know he’s kissing her and not some plastic reconstructed body part?’ she stated.
He tried again, but she wasn’t having it.
‘I’m sorry Gavin,’ she said.
He was gutted and hurt beyond measure. He really thought she was The One, and the age gap didn’t matter one iota to him.
‘It’s only twelve years Gwen, not five as I led you to believe, ‘ he said. ‘That’s nothing. My dad was 10 years younger than my Mom and my brother four years younger than his wife. They’re happy! Why can’t we be?’
She looked at him and the tears started to fall.
He made to take her in his arms but she held up her hand.
‘Don’t………………..’
She left the room and returned with a piece of paper. It was her birth certificate.
‘I don’t understand,’ he said.
‘It’s not twelve years Gavin, it’s 20. I’m old enough to be your mother. ‘
‘You lied too?’
Her bottom lip wobbled.
‘I still don’t care…………’
and he kissed her.

Written for Fandango’s Story Starter #74

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