Worth Hiding
by V
He only saw it once, one night at a bar in late August. She had been listening to her husband talk, nodding and sipping her beer, when he arrived. Her eyes never strayed but a sudden flash of color lit her cheeks, its contrast lending a star’s brightness to her eyes for a single guilty instant. As he crossed the room she rested her chin in her hand and cocked her head to one side, letting her fingers hide one half of the blush and a ripple of her hair the other. She cleared her throat, blinked twice, and set her complexion right again. Oblivious, her husband made some joke; she laughed. When he reached their table, she said “There you are” with boredom that bordered on disdain.
After all this time, that was more than enough for him.
Written in response to Trifecta: Week Seventy-Three.
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How depressing for the poor couple!
It may seem an odd response, but thank you. I’ve always had a thing for tragedy.
This is really good. So much said in so few words.
Thank you!
Oh wow. I really liked this. It’s short and sweet, but packs a heck of a punch. Great job. Thanks for linking up this week.
Oh, thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
I loved the description of how she hid her blush.
Thanks!
So they had a secret thing going-at least in their hearts-some soft corner?A bored couple-a mutual friend-love the idea of a triangle :-)Loved this!
Thank you!
🙂
You managed to get across the indignity of the cuckholded husband, too. Or is that just me? Great post.
Hey, if you found it, it must have made its way in there somehow whether I meant it to or not. Thanks for reading!
Worth hiding indeed.