The weak morning sun flooded through the floor to ceiling windows. Gary sipped at the bitter brown liquid, his eyes surveying the devastation of his open plan apartment.
Her red dress flung over the back of the sofa. His black tie draped over a lampshade. Her underwear strewn across the coffee table. His white shirt abandoned on the sheepskin rug.
She smiled warmly, reaching out for his mug, her fingers enclosing around the warmed porcelain as she drank deeply from his coffee.
"I should go" she said softly, avoiding his gaze.
She wasn't his.
Although last night, she had been.
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Drabbles
FanfictionInspired by Ruthie's Drabbles, I thought I'd give it a go myself. Turns out writing only 100 words is really blimmin hard, and whilst I'll try to stick to the word limit, forgive me if I go over it a little! Hope you enjoy! © 2015/2016/2017 GemsTT
