"Context".
Michelle waved before the rear tyre of his motorcycle
kicked up a plume of dust and gravel then roared away back in the direction of town.
“Soooo,” She asked, “how do we get back?”
“I’m afraid I didn’t really think that far ahead,”
He replied, plucking her case from the ground and hoisting it onto his
shoulder. “I was very much flying by the seat of my pants. Looks like we’re
walking.”
“Isn’t there a bus?”
“It’s rural France, sweetcheeks. There will be,
but not for hours.” He took her hand and they set off, “We’ll be home before then.”
He’d shown her his phone, unlocked so that she
could read the entirety of the three messages she’d stumbled across.
“I got your gift, it’s lovely…”, began the first,
before continuing “I’m sure your houseguest will love it.”
“When am I going to see you…” continued with “so
you can pay me for it.”
Finally, “Good morning, beautiful…” was made
complete by the addition of “day again. I’ll be at your place later to drop the
gift for your cherie. See you soon.”
“I bet you think I look a bit silly now?” She half
apologized as they marched.
“You don’t look silly, baby,” He snorted, “You
look a right twat.” He grinned down at her and she playfully punched his arm.
“I wasn’t snooping, you know. The phone fell out
of your pocket.”
“Really?”
“No. No, not really.” She admitted, looking down
at her feet and feeling relieved when she heard him laugh.
It was only a few kilometres to town and, though
bright, the sun wasn’t yet at its hottest. They chatted about nothing and
laughed easily as they walked.
“So what is it?” She asked, eventually.
“What’s what?”
“My beautiful present?”
“It doesn’t matter what it is, I’m not giving it
you now.”
“Aww, why?” She looked up at him.
“Why? Seriously?” His smile, his crooked smile,
gave her butterflies again.
“Fair point. Still, such a shame you’ve wasted
your money.”
“It’s alright. I’ll just give it to my other
woman.”
“Prick.” She said as she placed her head against his shoulder.
"Your prick." He replied.
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