The message she never sent
From After Hours, a Club column. About this column ↗
Fiction.
She typed: "I think we should talk."
Deleted it.
Typed: "Do you remember what you said on Saturday?"
Deleted that too.
The phone went dark. He was in the kitchen, asking whether she wanted another coffee.
"Yes," she called back.
The conversation wasn't going anywhere. Not yet. Strangely, she was pleased about that. It meant they still had time to find the right beginning.