Cell Wrap

Photo by Roger Bultot

Charlotte bristled when she walked into the living-room and saw her fiancé, Avery taking selfies.  Seriously, Dude?  She’d a good mind to chuck his phone.  He spent more time with it than with her.  She had herself to blame, though because she’d encouraged him to get the darn thing.

He turned around and seemed startled to see her.  “You’re back.”

“Yes.  You seem surprised.”

“I thought you’d be back tomorrow.”

“No, I told you I’d be back today.”

“Oh.”

“Did you have a woman here while I was away?”

“No.”

“Then, whose Pashmina wrap is this?”

“Isn’t it yours?”

“No!”

100 Words

This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  You can find this week’s prompt here. To read other stories or to participate, click here.