His Folly

Photo by Anurag Bakhshi

“Don’t Come,” the text read. “Not safe.”

He pondered it for a moment before typing, “Okay.”

For several minutes, he sat in his car, facing the lake.  In the trunk were suitcases.  He was leaving town and wanted to take her with him.  How foolish was that?  He would be better off, leaving her and their sordid affair behind. They almost got caught the last time they were together.  They had to cool things off for a while.  Being apart from her was torture but if he got caught, he would be arrested.  After all, he was a twenty-five year old man involved with a fifteen year old girl.  Sure, she looked mature for her age but that didn’t change the fact that she was a minor.  He could be arrested for statutory rape even though their relationship was consensual.

He should leave now.  Straightening up, he turned on the engine and drove off.  Instead of heading for the highway, he drove to the café.  She wasn’t there but they were.  As they slapped the cuffs on him and led him away, he thought, you fool, she warned you not to come.

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