Gwen spotted us together in the subway. We were standing talking, and she walked up to us. She looked at me awkwardly fidgeting with her ring, while I stammered an apology. An apology for what; we just met by accident. Nothing happened, I promise.
“You two sure look like a cute couple,” she said, her voice full of self-pity.
Why won’t she listen?
“Busted,” you laughed; big joke.
“It’s not like that, nothing happened,” I said, not after what you put me through last time; unspoken.
No one believed me, not even myself; but it’s still not my fault
First published in A Story in 100 words
David Rae Stories 