#221 Pretend My Life is a Window

by The Capillary

Lissa waited at the bar. She checked the time on her phone and a picture of her daughter and husband were displayed on the wallpaper. Lissa shoved the phoned into her pocket, her guilt along with it.

A hand landed on her shoulder and a pair of lips kissed her cheek, “Hiya treacle.”

Lissa jumped a little before recognizing the scent of cigarettes and cologne, “Hi Sam.”

“You must be excited if you’re that jumpy.” Sam said winking as he sat down.


“How’s things?”

“. . .They’re ok. Could be worse.”

Sam nodded and ordered a drink from the bartender as Lissa took three massive gulps from her glass.

Icy blue eyes met hers, his stare hungry, “You look good.”

“Thank you.”

“You’ll look better with your clothes off.”

“Sam. . .”

“You have to be home tonight?”

“I want to be home every night.”

“No you don’t.”

“I do. I’m over this.”

“No you’re not. You want to be in my bed.” Sam said winking.

“I don’t.”

“Did your other half guess something’s up?” Smile dropping from Sam’s face.


“I don’t get it.”

Lissa inhaled deeply, catching Sam’s scent again, “Pretend my life is a window. Every bad thing I’ve ever done has added a little cracks to the glass. There are so many seams right now that if anybody leaned against the window the glass would shatter.”

Sam looked confused, “Now you’re scared of me shattering your life?”

“No Sam, you’re worth about a thousand and one cracks.”

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