Seeing Him (A Fragment)

This is a free write prompt. This is not my real life. This may be the start of a project. 

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How I saw him that night at some midtown restaurant was an accident.

I wasn’t scheduled to be in town, but the magnetic pull of the city drew me back. That, and I had a work meeting that I could not miss. This was a quick trip. In and out.

I didn’t tell him I was coming to town because I knew he had plans.

One of those plans included a dinner out with friends. Friends and their wives. Friends, their wives, him, and his wife.

On his side of town. We have demarcated territory. No one knows him on the west side of town, so that makes it safe for us to be seen together.

I see her before he sees me.

They walk past my table, his hand at the small of her back. He ignores me. I’m invisible in the light of day. He only has eyes for her.

The bubbly laughter from their table draws no one’s attention in the restaurant.

Except mine.

I look at them playing the happy couple.

Maybe he is happy.

Maybe this is all a lie.

I let my feelings overtake me. I put my heart in my panties, and he got to me.

I leave as quickly as possible and avoid answering my phone.

I can’t do this for much longer. I fall hard and get dropped harder.

Never again. No one would ever have the last laugh on me. No one would ever ignore me like this again.


Published by tianajohnson90

I am an oil-and-water combination of humor, ambition, laziness, insecurity, certainty, procrastination, and drive. I am an aspiring romance novelist who writes by the seat of her pants. Waging and sometimes winning a daily battle with procrastination, plots, characters, and the day job.

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