So first he says, I had to stay late at work. But then he says, okay I wasn’t at work, but I had to go out with a client after work. Then he says, not a client you know, a client from a couple of years ago that we’re hoping to get back. Who cares whether it was a client? Why are you always asking so many questions? If you didn’t ask so many questions, I wouldn’t have to make things up. And besides, if I go out after work it’s on you. Don’t blame me. I don’t need the third degree every night when I get home from work. So I missed dinner. Jeez, I’m the one breaking my back to put food on the table and don’t you forget it. You’re lucky to have dinner. Don’t bother to warm up the leftovers. I ate out.

I wasn’t planning to warm up the leftovers, I told him.

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About Author


Jacqueline Doyle has new micros in Wigleaf, matchbook, Post Road, and the anthology Nothing Short of: Selected Tales from 100 Word Story. Her flash fiction chapbook The Missing Girl was recently published by Black Lawrence Press. Find her online at www.jacquelinedoyle.com and on twitter at @doylejacq.

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