Tuesday Tales - Word prompt "bug" - more of "Too Late for Goodbye."

 

Welcome! This week we have more from Jen's pov about Marty and moving on to the next phase of her life. Scroll down to return to the amazing work by other authors on Tuesday Tales. Comments are more than welcome, questions, too. Thanks for stopping by. 

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“Maybe if you sleep with him, we could get the paper printed for free?” said Carla, her best friend.

Jen laughed. “Good try. Uh, no.” She rinsed off a small pot.

“Come on. You could probably use a good roll in the hay by now. How long has it been?”

“Too long. Yeah. I know. Not happening.” Jen scrubbed the sink with Comet.

“Aw. Give an old married lady a thrill.”

“Yeah, right. Stop bugging me.” She dried her hands on a hand towel and turned off the light over the sink.

“One step at a time, I guess. At least you got us a printer. Still. Don’t count him out as a lover. You could use a man in your life.”

“I have two active kids keeping me too busy to think about men. I’m tired. Heading to bed. Goodnight, Carla. See you in the schoolyard tomorrow.”

“Goodnight. Think about what I said.”

She clicked off her phone and peering outside at the street. Lovers kissed in the shadows of a streetlamp. She sighed, remembering the days she and Bill used to find secluded places to steal kisses in college. A quiet, unassuming man, he’d been brilliant with numbers and made enough money on Wall Street to afford the down payment on this townhouse.

He’d been her first and only lover, skillful at sending her to the moon. Although Bill, like all humans, wasn’t perfect, he’d been perfect for her. Could anyone ever come close to giving her back what she’d had? She doubted it. Still, there was something to be said for kissing in the shadows on a blustery March evening.

 Dousing the living room lights, she rechecked the front door lock and marched up the stairs to her room. As she undressed, she wondered about Marty. Why wasn’t he married? Guy must be at least thirty-two or three. Maybe he’d been divorced? She didn’t know much about him. But watching him play ball with Ethan and laugh at Sophie’s knock-knock jokes, her heart had squeezed. No one could replace their father, but maybe they needed a man around, too?

There was something sexy about a man who liked kids. She slid between the sheets, pulled the down comforter up and switched off the bedside lamp. Maybe tonight Marty McKay would fill her dreams instead of Bill Whitman.

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