For Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #175, based on the image below by snatti89 at DeviantArt.
Thought I’d write it as a quick hundred.
Thank fuck that’s done. Surprising how the toughies fold, soon you push the nuclear button!
All that waterworks, for god’s sake. I almost felt sorry for him. If he wasn’t such a manipulator, I might have even caved myself. He’s full of shit. Six months, wasted. At least now, I can get on with my life.
Lost without me? Get real! Just go, find yourself some other mug to control.
I hope Trish’s still on for tonight. I’ll enjoy letting our hair down without any claustrophobic men.
Where’s this tram? Hurry up, for chrissake; get me away from here.