She had to tell him. Today. She couldn’t chicken out this time. It was over, they both knew it. She couldn’t keep living like this. She wanted out.
They sat in the car at the railroad crossing, delayed by the train. Car after car passed. Monotony. She suddenly noticed the couplers, holding the cars together securely but with enough give that each could adjust to the turns of the track. What if the coupler broke? Massive derailment? Or easy separation, two cars moving slowly apart on the rails?
She was about to find out.
“We need to talk.”
This was written for Friday Fictioneers – hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – a weekly photo prompt and a story in 100 words or less.
Photo credit: Jennifer Pendergast