Loss (Flash Fiction)

“It’s your loss.” She watched him walk away. Her hands fisted in
her coat pockets, but she turned with her head held high and continued
down the hallway. Her mind flickered back to the argument and then to
the words that perhaps, neither of them had really meant.

But words spoken remain spoken and can never be un-spoke.

She sucked in a breath and softly blew it out. “Yeah, it’s your
loss.” She whispered. A tear trickled down, unbidden. “Not mine.” Her
nose grew red. “Definitely not mine.”

His footsteps faded away.

He faltered once.

She almost smiled. 

(c) Sara Harricharan