Five Minute Stories, Entry 3

By JM

 

He woke in a someone else’s room. Again.

Who with this time? Another girl whose name he couldn’t remember.

When did he become that guy? The middle-aged, soon-to-be-divorced guy trolling bars and Tinder looking for girls with Daddy issues? And why did it work so often?

Gently out of bed. Hunt for clothes, enough to put on and sneak home anyway.

Out the bedroom door without her stirring. Good, no awkward conversation.

A sound. The smell of coffee. Damn, she has a roommate.

“Mr. Jameson?”

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