Pieces

Leah lent back against the illuminated plastic billboard of the bus stop. The heat of the light made her shift around as Jason towered over her.

Jason’s eyebrows were drawn in and his lips were thin, ‘I saw you together. I saw you. You can’t deny it’, he shouted.

Leah pressed herself into the plastic and accepted the heat as the lesser evil. The spittle from Jason’s mouth splattered against the advert for toothpaste; the saliva landing on the woman’s perfectly white and shining smile.

He took a gulp from the bottle, ‘Are you even going to bother denying it?’,he said wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

She looked up at him, ‘We just bumped into each other and were having coffee. I’ve known him since we were little’. Her eyes never wavered from his.

‘You’re lying’ he snarled and lifted his hand to slap her, but stopped, and just held his hand in the air. Leah recoiled, waiting for the impact. The plastic billboard bowed inwards, causing the models face to warp.

He let his hand drop and put the bottle down on top of the bin next to them. Jason glared at her and then walked away, shaking his head and muttering incoherently to himself.

Leah knocked the bottle off the bin, sending it to the ground where it smashed on the pavement. A large shard of glass skimmed over the concrete and landed in front of her.

She stared at the sharpened glass, then stepped over it and began to follow Jason down the road. A hundred feet on, he turned around to see if she was coming, which caused her to stop.

Jason carried on down the road, as Leah turned, walked back to the bus stop and began picking up the pieces.

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