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There are so many holes in her story. There always are. I look into her eyes, sparkling with excitement and know she is lying. She looks away fidgeting uneasily.
The cracks in her explanation are bigger than usual, gaping in fact. I love her dearly, but wonder why I stay. Bizarrely, I know she loves me too. Sadness washes over me like surf rolling onto the beach. Why does she need to do it? Why am I not enough?
I know she wasn’t with Sophie all evening. I know this with absolute conviction, because Sophie was in bed with me.
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.
Clare Hempstead 