Jilted

Short Fiction

Lesley sat at the bar, something she would never normally do. But then today wasn’t a normal day. Her husband of thirty-one years had just told her that he was leaving her. For a younger model, no doubt, she thought cynically, ordering another large glass of dry white wine. It wasn’t even good wine, despite it costing nearly £9 a glass. Christ, she could buy a whole bottle for that. What was she thinking? Oh, she wasn’t. She remembered. To…