The following piece of flash fiction is from Morgen’s larger short story collection (250 stories), Fifty 5pm Fictions Collection, available in eBook and paperback from Amazon and Morgen’s online store where you can not only instantly download the collection but also purchase the paperback dedicated to you or as a present! We hope you enjoy this story…
The face was familiar but Adrian was rubbish at names.
The man extended a hand. “Hi, how are you?”
“Really well,” Adrian lied. “You?”
Adrian didn’t, but nodded sympathetically. He was about to comment on the painting they were standing in front of, how the woman looked like someone he used to know, when the man burst into tears and threw his arms around Adrian, burying his face into Adrian’s shoulder.
Adrian waited, arms limp by his sides, trapped. “There, there,” he wanted to say, as if comforting a child, but the man was older than him, father-like almost.
“She’s never coming back,” the man sobbed.
Adrian, with no clue who ‘she’ was either, said a pathetic ‘I’m sorry’.
The man’s grip relaxed, and Adrian assumed he was going to let go but instead felt a sharp pain in his side.
“Too late for sorry, too late for Sasha,” the man grunted.
As Adrian dropped to the floor he remembered the man’s name; Jeff Robson, the artist and the man from whom Adrian, all those years ago, had stolen his wife.