“Do you think they’ll insist on seeing us off, Beatty?”
“Oh God! I do hope not. I can’t bear it! Birmingham New Street is hardly ‘Brief Encounter’, is it?”
No, it’s not. And they do fuss so, the pair of them…”
Still, it’s all been a bit of a shock, I suppose.”
“Oh Beatty, do stop being so considerate. This is our time. Ours. Not theirs!”
“I don’t think they’ve quite got their heads around us going away, two women, on their own. It’s just not the done thing!”
“Darling, nothing we are doing is the done thing. And the least ‘done thing’ is the one thing they know nothing about yet. Now, look, here they are, let’s just kiss them on the cheek like good little wives.”
“I feel so bad…”
“They’ll get over it.”
“I do love you, Clara!”
“And isn’t that rather the point?”
Here’s my latest entry to the lovely Angela’s VisDare.
I hope you enjoy this week’s tale, even though betrayal is in the air! I’ve written a follow-up here as my entry into Five Sentence Fiction. I hope you enjoy it!
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