Dear Andrew…

Sybil’s fingers trembles and as she sends the text message to Andy. It’s better this way, because she couldn’t stand to look him in the face and break the news to him.

Hopefully, he would be so mad that he won’t want to see her when he gets into town.

For weeks he talked of how they would get married, so she would return to Pennsylvania with him and she had been joyful.

Now, those dreams are never going to be. It all seems so surreal as she stares into the distance.

She’s loved Andy forever and everyone thought that they would end up together.

How she had ended sleeping with Jason still puzzles her. All she remembers was cuddling up to him as he helped her to the truck. A night out in town, several drinks and she was out like light.

Jason was a good friend to both of them and now this.

She wonders how he would take the news that he is to become a father. There will be ripples in town.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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In response to the FFAW photo prompt above. Thank you TJ for the photo and Priceless Joy for this enchanting platform

30 thoughts on “Dear Andrew…

  1. Oh dear! One mistake and it has changed her whole life! How sad that she will no longer have a life with Andy. I wonder now if she will have a life with Jason? One thing is for sure, she is going to be having a baby. Wonderful story, Jacqueline! I feel very sad for her. 😦

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  2. Great story. Sad she thinks Andy is going to be upset about the baby, I hope he’s not. He’s not a good man for her to marry if he can’t roll with the punches.

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