The timing couldn’t have been worse. Jessica and her husband were leaving on their honeymoon, when she spotted Jack almost camouflaged in a grey hoodie. The years fell away as fast as their clothes all those years ago, and she felt just as naked.
“Honey, your boarding pass.”
Jess smiled back at her husband, but couldn’t keep her eyes off Jack. What were the chances?
Meanwhile, Jack was waiting for the call. It was late and he was sweating blood. How could she turn up and ruin everything?
Too late. He chucked his phone in the bin and went home.
This has been another contribution to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wishoff Fields. This week’s prompt is © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.