When Ella walked past the terrace the next morning, she saw the empty chairs. This is where it’d happened. He’d chosen to do it in public. Probably to avoid a scene. She felt betrayed.
He’d asked her to join him after work for a drink and she’d been looking forward to it. How silly she now felt. She hadn’t seen this coming.
When she saw him on that terrace, Ella knew something was wrong. He started talking almost immediately. He’d met someone. After living with her for fifteen years, he wanted to start a new life with his boyfriend.
Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff, who provides the photo prompts every week for Friday Fictioneers.