The melancholy view from the dock matched Jerry’s mood. He stared at his cell phone, wishing the clouds would engulf him. How could he have been such a fool? Regret crowded his thoughts. I really liked her. A lot of people like a lot of things. Not all of them are good. “Damn it!” He shouted to no one.
His texts had gone unanswered. It was time to forget her. Jerry flung the phone as far as it would go.
Mid-air her ring tone began to play. ♫ ♫ Head underwater and ♫ ♫ Clunk.
I’m halfway through another semester with a boatload of work still ahead, but I could not resist this week’s FF prompt. Thanks to The Reclining Gentleman and thanks to Rochelle the Extraordinaire, who is celebrating her two year anniversary of hosting Friday Fictioneers. I’ve been off the FF grid lately. In my defense, I scored 100 on my Leadership Theory for Volunteer Managers mid-term. See ya when I see ya. Thanks for reading.
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