The Party
The smell of quality cheese and the clinking of wine glasses told Mark he was at the right party. He was feeling good. That is, until they came in.
The divorce destroyed him, and there they were. At the same party. With him.
It took two years of therapy for Mark to recover, to heal, to become whole. They were supposed to be out of town. But here they were.
They walked up to him.
“Hello, Mark. Good to see you.”
She was holding Nanette. One look at the poodle and Mark knew two years of therapy was not enough.
From Guest Contributor NT Franklin
NT has been published in Entropy, Page and Spine, Fiction on the Web, 101 Words, Madswirl, Postcard Shorts, 404 Words, Scarlet Leaf Review, Freedom Fiction, Burrst, Alsina Publishing, and Fifty-word stories, among others.