By William Gallagher
FIVE sodding minutes he’d waited. Any second now she’ll come out, spin around like he gives a shit, and it won’t be right, of course it won’t be right. Back she’ll go with another dress. At least the shop assistants are good looking.
Now he savours the sound of a BMW 6 Series starting up outside. Best car in the world. He knows it: he worked hard to get one himself.
That would show her. Drive off. Leave her here.
He reached into his pocket for his keys. But they were long gone. At least five sodding minutes gone.
©William Gallagher 2016