Phoebe

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Phoebe helped the squirming Nash out of his car seat. Without looking back the boy ran towards the playground and his father. Trey’s fiancée, Coral, was standing beside him, her periwinkle blue eyeshadow flashing like neon.

A sour lump formed in Phoebe’s throat. She knew this day was coming, but didn’t expect to feel so angry. Trey’s girlfriends were never around long. He had a revolving door of trashy women. This was different. She didn’t want to share her son with Coral.

She wouldn’t cry. Trey would think the tears were for him, and she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

Voice Week 2014
Voice Week 2014: Write five versions of the same flash story with identical facts but different voices. Make them each about 100 words long. Post one a day, Monday through Friday, September 22 – 26: Worst Fear

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