Regrets
Written by: Tom Reagan
She backed away and picked up her glasses.
“This is a bad idea and it has no future.”
They heard the faint, low buzz of the Blackberry in her dark blue canvas Longchamp bag. He pulled his eyes away from hers and looked right to the now-empty bar where the attendant wiped down the last of the evening’s glasses.
Leaving work now. Just going to go to mine. Tomorrow? -C
“Was it him?”
He was looking at her again. She nodded, looking down at the table.
He placed several twenties in the leather billfold and walked away. She read the message again.
She passed his desk the next afternoon, slowing down as usual, preparing to say something and thinking better of it just as she opened her mouth. His eyes were glued to a stack of papers in front of him. He tapped a pen against his cheek.
She kept walking. When she reached her desk, she saw an e-mail from her boyfriend amongst the new entrants to her inbox.
Will be another late one. I’m sorry. -C
They had been dating for five years but ever since he had started a new job a year ago they saw each other less and less often. The majority of their correspondence these days was electronic and the better half of that, regrets. She had remained physically faithful. His new job was a good one. He was a catch.
