Midnight Confession

She sat alone in a dilapidated booth at the 24-hour diner. She glanced at her watch. Nearly midnight. Where is he? 

The door jangled as he walked in, a grimace replacing his usual smile. A woman followed close behind, scowling. Uh oh. His wife.

Why is she here? What does she know? 

They sat at the booth opposite her. “I’m sorry,” he said, avoiding her eyes. “I can’t do this anymore.” His wife nodded her agreement. 

“I can’t buy another classic car from you,” he confessed. “We’re starting a family, and we need something more sensible than a Model T.”

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Length: 100 words

POV: Third Person

Time: Midnight

Plot: A mystery

Ending: Ambiguous