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“I just feel with Jeff I can be myself, you know? With Ian-“

“Your husband…”

“Yes. Ian my husband… Are you judging me?”

“Of course, sweetie. What else are best friends for?”

“You never liked Ian, anyway.”

“I’m warming to him, now he’s the injured party. Carry on.”

“With Ian I always feel I’m playing a role: partner, counselor, mother even sometimes.”

“And now: an unfaithful wife.”

“You are judging me!”

“What do you expect? You know what I went through when George left me for that woman.”

“It’s not the same.”

“Perhaps not. But it’s not that different, either.”

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A 100 word story written using the prompt “Coincidence”

Jack being here is no coincidence.

Meg ducks into a doorway. Feeling like a PI from a second-rate TV show, she pretends to rummage in her handbag.

He’s talking on his phone. He passes, apparently without clocking her.

“It’s done,” she hears him say.

She waits for him to disappear around the corner before running across the road.

She pushes the open door with her foot and enters.

The metallic odour of blood hits her before she sees the body.

She turns, bumping into Jack. He pushes her inside, his gun cold against her skin.

“Goodbye, Meg,” he says.

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