Revenge

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic


The hum of the train was echoed in the pit of his stomach, which tumbled and lurched with every step.

He wondered if she would be waking up now; stretching in the memory of what had passed between them. He imagined her putting her fingers to her lips, remembering the way he had kissed her. Did she think he had forgotten?

He wanted to forget, that was for sure. He wanted to forget how she had broken everything apart. How she had taken the flat, taken the furniture, taken the cat. The bitter humiliation of being homeless at his age.

The suitcase bumped suddenly and trundled for a moment out of control, forcing him to look back. No one. No, she would just be waking now. Realising.

He righted the suitcase, smoothing the bump that had appeared in the soft cover.

The conductor was waiting, his whistle against his lips.

Just two more minutes. Two more minutes – then he would dare to check on the cat.


Submitted: August 12, 2019

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Adam R. Carlton

Her taking the cat hit me hard.. I'm relieved it ended with checking up on him/her! Well written, good luck

Tue, August 13th, 2019 11:43am

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