Flash Fiction

Secrets we keep

He badgers me to book a doctor’s appointment. ‘We’ve been trying for over a year!’

‘Sure,’ I reply, slipping on my heels while kissing him goodbye.

I swallow the tiny pink pill that resides in my car’s glove box.

© Sanch V @ Sanch Writes (5 June 2019)

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