This is written in response to Denise’s Six Sentence Story word prompt – Mess.
That was probably the hardest video call he had to make, the ambience filled with a sense of dread.
“I decided to take the teaching job offer and stay in Berlin”, he launched straight into it without delaying the blade.
Silence, absolutely silence, then her eyes welled up, then the screen went blank, clearly, she hanged up.
Then the text came, “Obviously, you have made up you mind. I have nothing to say and no strength to fight for us anymore. I wish you all the best and I still love us, but that’s the past .”
After sending the text, she let her tears roll down like a waterfall sitting in the waiting area of the abortion clinic; what was a decision to be made, now is a conclusion.
From the soundbar, Ami Winehouse is singing, “…love is a losing game, one I wished I never played, oh what a mess we made…”