Jilted

Rahul walked to the pantry for a quick shot of coffee. Men are not supposed to cry, and it was foolish to cry in the workplace. But that is the place which really makes one want to cry.

He stared at the glass partition separating the tables from the vending machines on the other side. Something had caused the water to splash out of the glass, so it was obviously, not drinkable. He pulled out the red flower from his lapel and placed it in the glass. The flower was not needed now. He had just seen his ex (what else could he call her now?) making out with his boss in a parked car. This was the boss who had made life hell for Rahul, and she was well aware of that.

A stain at the center of the screen, looked suspiciously like a lipstick mark. Was she …… ? Doing what? He wanted to smash that dirty glass partition to smithereens, and let the shards pierce their flesh. All he could do was chastise the pantry boy for not cleaning properly. He grabbed his coffee, and walked out to buy cigarettes. Brand DISLOYAL on her flesh with it?

Inspired by Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction – February 26th 2017

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