How did my bra end up there?
'It's been a year,' she thought as she gathered her scattered clothing, '365 days... Jeans, knickers, t-shirt... How did my bra end up there?' Finally dressed she creeped out of the dimly lit bedroom and tiptoed down the stairs, praying that her heels wouldn't echo the usual "click clack" behind her.
Pulling herself into a cab the driver turned, "where to love?" and studying her face he inquired, "are you OK? You look nervous..."
"Sorry, yes, I uh... Was just thinking about a man I met in a cab just like this... 356 days..."
In the quiet kitchen he sat twiddling his thumbs. 'The wait was almost over,' he thought, '365 days!'
He heard the handle turn and rushed to the door. Smiling at the flash of dark brown hair, "darling, I miss-"
She cut him off... "I want to break up."
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We had to write a short story - in 5 minutes - with dialogue based on a break up.
Pulling herself into a cab the driver turned, "where to love?" and studying her face he inquired, "are you OK? You look nervous..."
"Sorry, yes, I uh... Was just thinking about a man I met in a cab just like this... 356 days..."
In the quiet kitchen he sat twiddling his thumbs. 'The wait was almost over,' he thought, '365 days!'
He heard the handle turn and rushed to the door. Smiling at the flash of dark brown hair, "darling, I miss-"
She cut him off... "I want to break up."
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We had to write a short story - in 5 minutes - with dialogue based on a break up.