PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr
I know I’ll go. I wish I could resist, but know I can’t.
I glance at the clock, grab some notes from my purse. I head towards the door, then hesitate…
The urge is all-consuming. I race down and wait beneath the bridge trembling.
The silver Renault pulls up. Thank God he’s here. The window slides down.
The exchange is quick, so quick most on-lookers wouldn’t notice it taking place.
Back in my flat, I prepare everything with trembling hands, sweating and anxious for the relief.
Again, I dither; Aaron would still be alive if only I had beaten this.
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.