
The Signs
“No! You don’t get to casually say, ‘Hey, we’re both single, maybe we should get together?’ That shouldn’t be the reason, not after the hours spent hearing about your ex; the endless words of affirmation; the rare moments of physical contact that made my heart leap; the times you didn’t notice I dressed up. No! Not because I don’t want to, but because you never saw the signs. I won’t be anybody’s consolation prize. I know my worth: I’m the hero of my story. Can you say the same?”
I didn’t know how to respond, so I watched him leave.
Written in response to Friday Fictioneers, a weekly 100-word writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Come and play along!

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