Jack and Annie and Me, micro fiction by Alastair Millar at Spillwords.com
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Jack and Annie and Me

Jack and Annie and Me

written by: Alastair Millar

@skriptorium

 

After all these years, they’re together again.

It began as a cliché: she was my best friend’s girl, and I fell hard for her. She was vivacious, and pretty, and smoking hot. I wanted her close to me, the warmth of her body next to mine. I started to resent my buddy Jack, with his likeable, goofy grin and slow charm, and the way Annie took him away from our circle.

One day, though, he disappeared. I knew where he’d gone, of course, but I wasn’t about to let slip the Big Secret. As far as people were concerned, he’d skipped town. There were rumours of unpaid debts, maybe fraud, you know how people gossip. I always said I didn’t believe it, and that got me a reputation for being a little too naive and trusting.

It was that loyalty that drew Annie to me, in the end. As time went on, we became lovers, and she was everything I’d fantasised about.

When she opened the box in the attic, though, I lost my rag, and it was all over. In the heat of the moment, I sent her to join him; they’re sleeping together now.

Requiescat in pace.

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