Drabble for the Dumped
"Give me my money back, you bitch!"
His face was red and swollen. There was a vein popping out, like an earthworm under his skin, just over his left eyebrow.
"Look… I really didn’t," she tried to respond, but he scared the words back down her throat as he lunged back onto the porch.
"Didn’t what? Didn’t think I’d be pissed after taking you to the most expensive restaurant in town just to be dumped after you got your free meal?" he fumed.
"Actually, no." she whispered. "I didn’t plan it."
"Fuck you, just give me back my black t-shirt."
900 / 15,000