Genre: Mainstream fiction
Word count: 100
“Over & out” (your last text message).
No, I didn’t mean it. Come back…
My fingers type panicked nonsense.
Text not sent. The word “not” blanks me, as an opaque oblivion wedged between two possibilities.
This is the story of my life, its path strewn with the litter of my impetuosity.
“Love u xxxx” (your first text message).
No, you can’t mean it. Moi?
My fingers type lovey-dovey nonsense in ecstatic knots, rendered more rubbishy through my somersaulting heart.
Text sent. “Am counting the minutes” you reply. The possibilities are endless, but I know this relationship will end in disaster…