PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
It was their anniversary, and once again he was late.
The office manager held him up for nonsense that could’ve easily waited for tomorrow. Mr. Billings often did so when Gary was in a rush. It was a cruel little game he played, knowing that with previous ‘insubordination’ records in his file, Gary could not afford even the slightest reprimand. No job, no health insurance.
His phone buzzed as he rushed to the restaurant. A text.
Mary. Gary’s heart sank. He ran faster. His phone vibrated again.
“I’m under a blue umbrella. You know, in case of rain.”