The Fiancé Dilemma

by Elena Armas

And Matthew was standing there, at the entrance of my café, looking like one of the men whose thirst traps I pretended not to save.

“Why am I not with you? Jog my memory.”

“It was his dream to get married in a place like that.” “His dream should have been getting married to you.”

I only need her. Jobs are replaceable. Careers are fickle. Roots grow anywhere there’s ground.

“Go on, Baby Blue. It’s me you’re running to.”