Company
Mabel positions wood over the glowing newsprint ashes, and blows until they catch. Stephen flings a folded-up greeting card with hearts and glitter into the flames, a plastic bottle of scotch, half-gone, passing between them. With her own boyfriend poised to leave her for a woman with four cats and a weaving loom, Mabel thought Stephen might make good company tonight. It starts to pour; the sky pulses with lightning. Mabel lunges for the porch’s shelter, but Stephen bolts out deeper into the yard.
“Be safe.”
“Safe? That’s something you keep money in,” he says, scattering into the intermittent dark.
Photo credit: Moon Man Mike
Oh wow, I really like this story! It’s amazing what can be said in 100 words.
I liked this story, especially the ending.