Story of the Week



                      Guess I missed the memo

I pull to the departures curb without asking which airline she wants—does she even know?

There was no break up—not even a “we need time apart” thing so I’m playing catch up here.

“Where you going?”

“I don’t know.”

“For how long?”

She just shrugs.

When she opens the door to leave, I see she only has a small backpack. 


Before I can analyze, she drops a quick “thanks.”

As she enters the terminal, she studies each airline counter.

The cops shoo me along and I pull away, straining to see which airline she picks.

I’ll never know.



Prompt: One-way ticket 

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