The gray, overcast skies matched his mood. John had a bad habit of staying in relationships long past their demise. She was waiting for him at the end of the pier. Their spot. John was beginning to regret that he didn’t suggest they meet at the cafe on the corner.
“Hey. Hope you haven’t been waiting long,” he lied. He was late, hoping she’d get mad and leave, allowing him to do this by text. No such luck.
Darla turned around when she heard his voice. She had been crying. “There you are,” she sniffled.
“I’m sorry I was late. Darla, we need to talk.”
“We do John. I’ve been sitting here wondering how I was going to tell you this. But you go first,” she looked at him through tear stained eyes.
“No. You go ahead.” Maybe she realized it too, John hoped. Then he wouldn’t have to be the bad guy.
Darla sighed, “I’m pregnant John. We’re going to have a baby.”
kat – 31 March 2017
(164 Words)
For Sunday Photo Fiction based on his photo prompt by Jules Paige.





March 31st, 2017 at 9:52 pm
Simple, short, and perfect. great post!
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March 31st, 2017 at 9:54 pm
Thank you Aidin. π
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April 1st, 2017 at 1:12 am
I’m sorry, but this one deserves another “DOH!” π π
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April 1st, 2017 at 6:13 am
Haha! π
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April 1st, 2017 at 12:49 pm
Ouch !!! Grippingly told.
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April 1st, 2017 at 12:59 pm
Thanks. Methinks the conversation and his planned talking points took a detour! π³
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April 2nd, 2017 at 11:18 am
Op!Ho!!
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April 2nd, 2017 at 3:50 pm
Haha. Detour ahead.
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April 2nd, 2017 at 3:51 pm
π€π
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April 2nd, 2017 at 4:14 pm
Aye! Ouch! Now that’s one hell of a send-off. πππ
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April 2nd, 2017 at 5:43 pm
…change of plans maybe? π
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April 3rd, 2017 at 10:58 am
Yup, that’s an interruption. I wonder what he will say now.
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April 3rd, 2017 at 12:26 pm
I’m guessing not what he planned! π
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