“Things you wish you hadn’t done.” Flash Fiction for Siobhan Muir’s #ThursThreads


I awoke to bright sunlight and a sweaty arm around my waist.


I turned my head slowly and squinted.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Tom lay there asleep, face down on the pillow, mouth open and drooling.

Tom, my ex.

Memories pounded at my skull like a jackhammer. The fight with Jace. Walking out. Calling Tom. Drinking and dancing at the club until I couldn’t see straight.

The rest was fuzzy. Like my mouth.

Something buzzed on the floor and I rolled over to find my jeans in a crumpled pile. I reached down to pull my phone out of the pocket. My head roared.

Where are you? – read the text from Jace.

Tom groaned next to me. “What the-?” He croaked, squinting at me.

“My sentiments exactly.”

“Fuuuuck!” He pushed himself up and held his head.

“Yeah, that too.”

“What time is it?”

“Nine,” I said, putting my feet on the floor. Shit, just moving hurt.

Tom sighed. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I didn’t help.”

I attempted a chuckle. “No, but I’m not going to blame my problems on you.”

“What are you going to tell Jace?”

“The truth. That it was one of those things you wish you hadn’t done.”

“You think he’ll dump you?”

“Honestly, I don’t know what he’ll do.” My phone buzzed again. “Maybe that’s part of the problem.”


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