Sunday Photo Fiction: Cheater

One week earlier…

“Weston? What are you doing here? It’s 3 AM.” I rubbed my eyes. Weston was standing on the porch, next to him were two large suitcases. “Are you going somewhere?”

“I’m leaving, Emily.”

“L-leaving?” I said, feeling a lump in my throat. “Where are you going?”

“Home,” he replied calmly. “In England.”

I shook my head, “You’re British?” He can’t be British, I thought. He would’ve told me. Besides, he doesn’t even have one of those charming James Bond accents.

“That’s right,” He spoke in a strange English accent. That moment, I felt mind-blown. So this guy’s been lying to me this whole time?

“Who the hell are you?” I said.

“I can’t answer that, love.” He turned and left with his luggage, leaving me standing there in shock.

A long flight and some rest later, I finally tracked Weston to a pub outside of London. Apparently, Weston has many alias and the most recent one is James. I pulled the door open and there he was, with a barely dressed girl on his lap. Unbelievable. It took me ten steps to cross the room, throw a drink in his face, and walk out. That felt good.

(199 words)

A Response for Sunday Photo Fiction

19 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction: Cheater

  1. Wow very mysterious and interesting. Weston gets what he deserves but I wonder why he did what he did, fooling this woman. Why would he pretend to have a British accent and why can’t he explain it to her? Is it b/c of his English girl? I think so cause of your title but this story could go places, there could be other reasons he left without explanation. Great job!

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    1. Who knows, maybe he’s a secret agent on a mission and having a girl sitting on his lap might be part of it. Actually, he pretended to have an American accent, probably to blend in.

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  2. He would have gotten worse if it had been me. Strangely, i discovered after many….many years of genealogy research that my Grandmother and Grandfather were both British. I’m a California/Oklahoma girl and to find out my mother and her siblings were basically ‘anchor babies’ was a bit of a shock. Not sure if she had a charming accent or not. And my Grandfather actually claimed to be Scottish but that is a whole other story.
    Sorry, I digressed. Great Story!

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