VSS 013: Worlds Colliding

 
Worlds Colliding
 

Very Short Story (VSS) 013
 

Arriving at the coffee shop before time to meet her was part luck part chance. And there she was, parting with someone she was already meeting.

I saw them parting and froze in my tracks as I saw them kiss good bye.

I felt betrayed. How could she do this to me.

She was my best friend and I was hers. I was supposed to be the first person to know about him … even before him.  

But then the guy turned and I got a jolt.

How could my very own brother not tell me?

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Quick Note: Very Short Stories are approx./max. 99 word stories that i am going to write through the year. These very short stories are part of my writing resolutions of 2017. My target is to write at least 50 VSS this year which is about 4 per month or 13 per quarter. Currently I am behind my target but cathing up :-( 

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