The moment the door closed, he wanted to scream, wanted to punch the wall, wanted to put his fist on somebody. Of all the work I put in to make this happen – got that pompous Adrian out of the house, invited everyone and then called everyone to tell them the party’s canceled, clean the house – only to have her stand before him for 5 minutes before slipping out the door. He balled his fist and paced up and down the foyer before his impulsive nature forced him to run to the door, wrenched it open, and ran outside like the house was on fire.
She couldn’t had gone far, he thought as his eyes searched left and right, up and down the street before letting his intuition take over and sprinted down one direction. There she was, walking toward the nearest bus stop, “Teri, wait,” he shouted, but she didn’t seem to hear him. Instead, she began running, too, before a moment later, he realized the bus was approaching the stop.
Written for Six Sentence Story. The prompt is “Slip”.
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