Easy

ยฉ C E Ayr


She threw her arms around him, smothering his face and neck with kisses.

“You be sure to tell your mama I hope she feels better real soon,” he whispered in her ear.

“Oh, I will sweetie.” She wouldn’t.

“If you all need more money to pay those doctor bills…well, you just call and I can wire it to you. Oh, and call me when you get there. Okay? So’s I know you got there safe.”

“Will do,” she lied, as she reached around him, grabbed her bag and darted off, tossing her hand up in a wave. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

She found a window seat on the train. One last obligatory wave and she’d be free of that stupid bumpkin. He’d been an easy mark; a homeboy. His grandmother’s inheritance would keep her comfortable for several months, or at least until she landed her next chump. Speaking of…

She fixed her gaze on a well-dressed gentleman seated across the aisle. “No wedding ring,” she surmised. “Traveling alone perhaps?”

They locked eyes. He didn’t look away. She smiled coyly.

As the train pulled away from the station, her “bumpkin” stood waving. She never looked back.

~kat
(198 Words)

For Al’s Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge inspired by the photo above by C E Ayr.


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