FRIDAY FLASH 55 - FAITHFUL

Rhoda’s blue eyes brimmed. ‘ …and when I just have a visitor, your decrepit mongrel goes nuts. I’ve had it! He goes - or I do!'

After staying to the end with his boyhood companion, Mike drove to a secluded spot and sobbed.

Rhoda was phoning. ‘Tomorrow afternoon let’s make it here, Frank. Dog problems over.’

© August 2010 Colonialist

Friday Flash 55

Fifty-five words; but I include the title in my count:

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DINE-NIAL

 'Usual table, M’sieur.  Madame joining you?'

 ‘Thanks, Armand,’ the distinguished-looking man nodded, and was seated.  In due course he rose to greet his guest. Armand fussed around pulling out the chair, pouring wine, and taking orders.

 Later another diner whispered, ‘He’s alone; why the pretence…?’

 Armand shrugged. ‘He cannot accept she died last year.’

© August 2010 Colonialist (Word/Press/Letterdash)