Fiction Friday: The Conversation

[This is Part III of a fiction piece that materialized after reading Writing 101’s prompt: Dark Clouds on the Horizon. To make your reading experience more enjoyable, please read Part I: Letter Afire and Part II: Park Perspective prior to this next part.]

“I don’t want kids,” he said.
“I know,” she said.

“You know?”
“I know.”
Paul closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He looked at the cloudless sky for a moment. Ann leaned toward him and hissed,
“I read that email to your brother.”
“You read my email?”
She raised one eyebrow at him. He sighed.
“I’m sorry about what I said, Ann.”
“That’s not—,” She heard fast footsteps on the park path and waited for the joggers to pass.
“It’s not what you said that bothers me!”
“What bothers you, then?”
“That you’re a fucking liar, Paul.”

[The saga continues. Read Part IV: The Attic.]

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