In 100 words …

_   .   _   .   _

The Excuse

“I need to pee,” I said, and excused myself.

I didn’t need to pee. It is my way of escaping uncomfortable conversations.

She followed me and listened for confirmation. I know, because her white dress hissed as it brushed against the other side of the door.

I ran water in the sink and moaned loudly, the way she had heard me do whenever I pretend-pee. I turned off the water, waited, then left.

“Better,” she asked.


“Now, where were we?”

“In desperate need of relief,” I said.

“We all have needs,” she said, leading me back to where we were.

.   _   .   _   .