To Try To Unlatch (A Flash Fiction)

“I forgot the bracelet.” I twirled my fork, trying to regain my lost appetite.

He frowned at me. With his creases was the folds of his Oxford looking suit. Just watching his movement as it echoed wealth made me want to trash my midnight blue dress. There was a hate forming inside me—voicing that the grand nature of the dinner was not my home.

“That’s it? You just forgot it?” He lingered for my reply. I gave a shrug.

I would not apologize for something I had intentionally done.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

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