Flash Fiction for The Day

It’s a first date. You hear the conversation, or parts of it. He’s just been promoted at work. She’s still a student. He’s older, maybe by five or ten years. It’s hard to tell in his industry, they all dress like they’re 19 and too cool for new clothes. She’s not someone you would sleep with. Nice body, too bad about the face. Mainly the eyebrows, but also the forehead and chin. He’ll wake up and say, “I never should have broken up with Molly. I should have tried harder.” Molly is with a kayak instructor now and is learning to climb cliff faces. He stays late at work on Thursdays and Fridays and is learning how to tweet discretely in meetings. You wonder how they met. On-line, probably.