100 word story
November 5, 2010
He sat in his car, on his phone, with another woman. She had just cooked dinner; timed it perfectly for him. She pulled it out of the oven as he pulled into the drive. Nothing special, just pizza, but the kind of pizza he liked. She waited at the kitchen table, stood, looked out the window. Still there, still on his phone. Twenty minutes passed. Thirty. The pizza was cold. She left the house, saw him laughing, saw him see her, saw him hide his phone. Same story, some new stupid girl. She kept walking.
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