Another Bit of Flash Fiction

Social media, the repository of truths.

“Please.  I hardly know her.  We just work together.”

She wanted so much to believe him.

Buried, untagged, on Facebook:  “Hey, you’re too pretty.  Let’s hang.”

“Everyone stayed for drinks after shift but,” shrug, “she’s not my type.”

Her Instagram, photo of a beachy sunset:  “Awesome evening, awesome guy.”

“Now you’re just being crazy.”

Text while he’s in the shower, lit on his screen for the world to see:  “Hey sexy.  Can’t wait to meet up!”

“Babe, I’d never lie to you.”

She wipes a tear; she takes back his key.  “You already did.”


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