Every Sunday, I will share six sentences from one of my works-in-progress.
“We ran into each other tonight at the Coffee Garden.”
“Uh-huh.” No less annoyed.
“You dropped your wallet. I’ve got it here, so if you want to come back for it I’m — well, I’m the blond guy from earlier.”
There was a pause, and then a loud, “Fuck!” from the other end of the line.