Finally Fiona texted Duncan: She wouldn’t be coming that night or ever; she’d met someone “special.”
Malcolm and Duncan stood up and walked in different directions.
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Duncan lit his fag off Malcolm’s. Sporting five day’s growth, they sat on the curb, staring ahead. They needed a lift across town. Already an hour late, Fiona had her phone off. Malcolm and Duncan had mad crushes on her. Fiona never reciprocated, which was just as well since it would have complicated their friendships. It was awkward enough determining who sat where in her car. She always ignored their theatrics, acting oblivious.
Finally Fiona texted Duncan: She wouldn’t be coming that night or ever; she’d met someone “special.” Malcolm and Duncan stood up and walked in different directions. Comments are closed.
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