One's Worth Keeping, One's Not

A 50-word story

Eleven fifty-eight:
Plate in hand, Trish sniffs perfume — someone else’s.
Sneaking shower-ward, Jerry catches a clue, tries a smile. 
Trish’s narrowed eyes detect rumpled hair and untucked shirt.

Eleven fifty-nine:
Trish makes up her mind, grabs her bag.

Trish walks out — resolution kept. 
Fuck him and them black-eyed peas.

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Originally published in The Bad Influence