A Ghost From His Past

A Ghost From His Past

Anatole was checking the milk carton to see when it would expire.  Someone called his name.  He turned around and immediately stiffened.  “What are you doing here?”

“Shopping like you.”

“I meant here in London.”

“I live here now.  Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“Why should I be after what happened between us?”


He put the carton back, muttered, “Excuse me,” and brushed past her.

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This post was written using Sammi Cox’s weekend prompt word, Expire.