This week Trifecta’s Writing Challenge has the prompt cheap. We had to use the third definition of the word which is A) of inferior quality or worth and B) Contemptible because of lack of any fine, lofty, or redeeming qualities.
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Andy and I had spent the afternoon walking along the beach holding hands and collecting different shades of sea glass. I found more blue pieces than he did, for once. We put them collectively in a small bucket I bring specifically for simple treasures I may find. We walked back from the shore towards the boardwalk, still hand in hand. The salty mist from the ocean had made me thirsty and we were on the hunt for a good bar to grab a few drinks. Andy ordered a long island ice tea for me, it was my favorite. I had a few too many so we decided to cut the night short and go back to my house to spend the rest of the evening together. We made love that night for hours until my drink finally kicked my ass and I fell asleep. I woke up only long enough to check if his arm was around me and it was, so I shut my eyes again.
When I rolled over in the morning Andy wasn’t there. I sent him a text that said good morning with no response. I drove to town to run some errands and grab some tea with toast for breakfast. I was reading and something caught my eye, it was Andy. He was with a woman and a child. Walking while holding hands they stopped outside the diner window and kissed. I don’t think he saw me, and at that moment I was glad that he hadn’t. I saw the gold ring on his finger and slunk down in my booth. I paid my bill, took the backdoor out and drove home. Andy was married? I felt so cheated. I felt cheap, like the side dish that one would order with a prime rib dinner. I loved him, but in that moment I realized I didn’t even know who he was.