She stood looking at the wall, behind which her girlfriend was packing a bag. There is a rot that has set in, she thought to herself. Barely noticeable at first, but slowly it eats away to the core, making the structure weak. Tainting everything, spreading over their lives.
She heard the bag zip shut, footsteps and a door slam. No goodbye.
She put down her cup of tea and looked at her phone. She pulled up the search from yesterday and dialled the number.
“Hello? We have a problem.”
“Yes, in our kitchen.” She responded.
“Great. Thanks. See you then”
This story was prompted by this photo on a road overpass. I don't actually know if it's concrete rot or not. It looks distressed in any case.
My partner also complained I always make the men in the story nasty (to which I argue I make everyone in the stories nasty, regardless of gender). However, I will take his 'criticism' as a note that I am too conservative in my world view, so in future, I'll mix it up and share the misery around. Thus this time, it's an unhappy same sex couple.
By now you know the drill, but anyone new, in the comments add your 100 word story (exactly) or a story less than 30 words, then link up your blog if you have one....
Have a wonderful September, everyone!
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