We take your whippet for a country park walk on a bright, chilly day. On the drive there, you mention spending the night recently with a lover and my heart drops.
‘I told my therapist that I’m undecided between them,’ you continue. ‘The one in London has money, a beautiful flat, but he’s not out to his family. He’s too much like my ex. The one in Brighton is emotionally available, sorted out. He wants to see me again.’
There’s a third man which you don’t know about. He walks beside you and will remain silent from this day onwards.
Strikingly beautiful micro fiction piece!
Day and night, it haunts me
The kiss I never had.
S.K. Russell