Word count: 96
Jason walked in and Megan smiled. She moved to greet him with a kiss.
Instead of enveloping her in his embrace he held her at arms length. Megan’s breath caught in her throat.
Jason walked her to the side of the room. Her drink, sweet moments before, suddenly tasted bitter. He whispered in her ear. Two words, “it’s over.” Megan looked into his eyes ever so briefly before turning away.
She set her drink down and left the party. Alone, just like when she came, but now instead of happy anticipation she only felt cold shock.
Friday Fictioneers: a story in 100 words prompted by a picture that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every Wednesday. Photo Credit: ©Rochelle Wissoff-Fields