“He did meet me there.”
The voice is hushed, the accent clipped, and the clothes cheap-chic sequinned t-shirt and jeans. Symmetrical purple blotches sit above the jawline of her inanimate face.
“No, he really did, I’m not lying,” she pleads. “I’ve not got your money.”
The truth is sinking in. She’s been conned.
“Please. Please believe.”
Arguing is futile, the punishment has been decided.
Marta swipes the red icon and the phone drops onto her lap.
Tears flow. She yearns to return home, to work for a wage barely enough to get by on. Her old existence.
A better life.
Matthew Shepherd is a teacher who lives in Essex in South-East England where he enjoys developing his creative writing, especially flash fiction and poetry, inspired by life’s little things. He has had his work published online and in print.
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