800 words Women's Fiction
Brian and Wendy work opposite shifts, and hardly talk these days. Wendy loves him, but life is incredibly dull. Until Marty talks her into a wild night out. The trouble is, she feels so very guilty about Brian.
Wendy could hardly look at Brian as she put her lasagne in the microwave. She felt like she had "Scarlet Woman" tattooed across her forehead. Should she cry off? But life was too grey. She was twenty-three, darn it, and she wanted to live a little. She heaved a sigh. Her mind had swung up and down on the same see-saw all day long. Brian and loyalty vs Marty and fun. There was no point going through it all again.