Sitting on the train, playing with the charm bracelet at her wrist, Nathalie wondered whether this time would be the one. He’d promised.
As she looked up, ready to leave, she noticed another woman opposite her. Their gaze met and for that moment Nathalie felt she’d been watching her. It didn’t last, as the woman resumed reading. It must have been a chance look, as they happened in a commuter train.
She stepped off the train, walked out of the station. It’d be today: the day when he said she would no longer be the mistress. Her usual path to the motel wasn’t empty though.
The lady from the train stood there, her gaze locked on the bracelet. The madness in her eyes when she looked up scared her. Nathalie couldn’t move though.
“What do you want?”
“My husband back.”
Something cold on her chest. A shot.
In response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Saturday Mix
place: commuter train
object: a bracelet