A bit of unrequited love in my latest short story on Storgy.
From the first moment I see you, that’s it.
We’re on our lunch from work, taking advantage of the dry weather and kicking a ball around the Common, when Mac suddenly stops and nudges me.
‘Jones-y. Check her out.’
I look in the direction he’s indicating – towards you. I’d already seen you earlier, but knowing what he’s like, I purposely show little concern, as my interest will only increase his. He’s always been the competitive type.
He looks at me, raising his eyebrows. ‘Maybe I should go over? Say hello?’
‘Try it,’ I say, surprised by the warning in my voice. I can see Mac is, too.
‘Alright, alright, mate. Keep your shirt on.’
I still half expect him to amble over, but instead he shrugs, throws the ball in the air and boots it over to Pommy. That’s strange. I’m not used…
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