My first time trying the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge!
It had been their meeting place for months. Everyday under the bridge at 4 o’clock. He always brought a blanket. She always brought her notebook, poetry scribbled inside. It was all they had. Her marriage had been arranged long ago, to a boy she didn’t know. If they were caught, her family would disown her.
He’d decided to end it. She’d never defy her family. He had a date with another girl that night, someone from work. A fun, giggly little thing. No rules, no drama.
But, when he arrived at the bridge, she was already there. “I told them.” She dragged a suitcase behind her.
She jumped into his arms and he held her, saying nothing.