The end

She had to make the phone call from a public telephone box as she had told her parents she had left Matthew months ago.

She used the one outside the fish and chip shop on High Street. She remembered going to the sweet shop a couple of doors down from the chippy when she was a kid on her first outing without her parents. Her older cousin was trusted to take care of her and he did. She reflected how simple things were then and how complex they were now.

She was living a double life one with her boyfriend Matthew and another fake life on her own 200 miles from home that she had “sold” to her parents to reassure them that Matt was out of her life once and for all.

“Hello, it’s me” she said when he picked up the phone.

Even now, she was looking round furtively hoping nobody she knew passed by.

“Hi, how’s things?”

“Oh, you know. OK. Listen. I’ll be back next Wednesday”.

“I will have moved out by then.”

Heart pounding somehow knowing this moment was always inevitable and yet also feeling physical pain at the words.

“What do you mean?”

“Listen, I need to know how to put CDs in this new player”

“You just press down on the lid”

Sudden realisation.

“But we don’t have any CDs?”

“Lisa does”

And everything became very clear indeed.

She walked home trying to figure out if she could hide the heartbreak from her Dad. There was little chance of that and she felt so very alone.



  1. Michelle @ Bod for tea February 25, 2014 / 6:20 am

    Oh goodness that’s so sad! I love the way you’ve used the dialogue to tell the story – fab writing.

  2. Maddy@writingbubble February 28, 2014 / 9:31 am

    This is really sad! I thought it was going to be about the intrigue over her double life so it caught me off guard! well done. #prose4T

  3. David / Oddly active February 28, 2014 / 3:33 pm

    Yes, it really is an ice pick in the guts when it comes’ isn’t it, even when one knows it’s inevitable? Complete aside, but I wonder if that kind of ‘double life’ is possible today, when mobile phones have replaced phone boxes and mums and dads know every move their children make as it’s all shared on Facebook? As your protagonist observed in her own timeframe, how much simpler it all was then! #Prose4T

  4. Helen Braid March 2, 2014 / 8:24 am

    Excellent writing Kate, I had to re-read it a few times. Great to see you flexing your creative muscles x

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