I am in bed on a gorgeous Sunday. It’s noon. My stomach rumbles. I need sustenance and caffeine. An omelette with spinach and mushrooms sounds divine. And a coffee as tall as me.
I peek out my window at the sidewalk cafe beneath my building. The coast is clear. I dress in a hurry and race downstairs. Thankfully, there’s no line. I give a rushed order to the owner and wait, tapping my foot.
“Amanda!” A voice screeches behind me. My stomach drops. I force my eyes not to roll as I spin around. “Faith.” I respond.
“Imagine running into you here!”
“It is my favorite place for brunch. Has been for years.”
I sigh. “Faith, your son and I aren’t together any longer. I don’t see a need for us to socialize. I just want to get some take-out in peace.”
“Of course. Enjoy your Sunday.” Her shoulders deflate as she turns away.
“Faith!” She faces me “Of all my almost mothers-in-law, you are my favorite.”
She laughs and waves goodbye.
For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers