Exercise class on a Saturday afternoon, great idea!
Frizzy hair sticking out and sweat running down my back, perfect for a confined train.
Even better when you bump into a glamour model who says to her boyfriend
“do you smell something?”
who turns out to be your ex.
Ground swallow whole, please.
This was written for Sacha Black‘s writespiration challenge, to write no more or no less than 52 words with the prompt given. This week’s prompt was…
That moment you see your ex with their hot new bit and you look like a turd.