#89 We’re All Over (400 words)

Inspired by: It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue

Tiffany sat in the visitor’s room of Colbert Island Penitentiary. A guard escorted Duncan to his seat opposite Tiffany, behind a thick pane of glass. He picked up the phone receiver beside him, she did the same. 

“Hi, Tiff,” Duncan said, he sounded lethargic and unhappy to see her. 

“Hi, Duncan. How are you holding up?” 

“Miserably.” 

“Have you made any… friends?”

“It’s hard to say, I guess. I have people I talk to. I can’t say I trust anyone, though.”

Tiffany began to cry. 

“Ah, Tiff, I didn’t mean to… please don’t cry. Seeing you is making me feel a lot better. It’s good to see a friendly face.” 

“I just can’t believe you’re in here! I should have gone with you to that party. Made sure you didn’t drive home. I should have done something!”

“I wasn’t drunk! I was perfectly sober. I swear some white shining deer or something ran into the road.” 

“I know, you’ve told me, and I believe you, it’s just.” 

“What!? What is it just?”

“There were a lot of cars on the road, and no one else saw it. That doesn’t mean it didn’t happen!” Tiffany blurted out before Duncan could rebut her comment, “It’s just hard to find evidence to get you out of here.” 

“Tiff, you have to realize that I’m not getting out of here for a long time. I can’t make you wait years, maybe even decades for me.”

They both put their free hand on the window. They looked into each other’s eyes, both now crying. 

“Even if I was trying to avoid some supernatural creature, I take full responsibility for driving into oncoming traffic. I have to do my time. But that doesn’t mean you needed to be sentenced with me.”

“What are you saying?” 

“Tiff, I don’t want to, I never imagined I would, I planned on spending my life with you, but my life is over. I’m breaking up with you, and I don’t want to see you again. Forget about me and move on with your life.”

Before Tiffany could plead with Duncan to reconsider, he hung up the phone. She screamed into the receiver, but the glass was so thick he couldn’t make out what she was saying. He took one last look at her before returning to his cell. He could still hear her muffled cries after he left the room.

Published by einquin

Writing personal exploration flash fiction as well as building the foundations for a comic book universe.

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