All over Halsted

by kdillmanjones


Real estate agents always wear too much make-up. As if trying too hard wasn’t already plastered all over their faces.

“This prahpety will literally be the most important relationship of your life.”

“Oh,” I laughed. “Not marriage, huh?”

“Sweetie, you’re in Chicahga now.”

She emptied her pop into the display flowers, the same lilies Tony always brought me. I could have hurled them out, right there all over Halsted. But I wasn’t that kind of person. I was the sappy type who cried. Who still had the decency to mourn.

“They’re Easter lilies, you know. And you’re killing them.”

* Author’s note: This is part of the Friday Fictioneers 100-word writing challenge. Photo courtesy of Lora Mitchell.


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