A Flash!Friday Tale:
Those kisses used to be mine.
As she bends, I catch a glimpse down her blouse. The sight of her breasts used to spark hot arousal but now they bring only anguish. Instead, I let my eyes fall on her soft, warm, loving lips as they caress the bare cheek of my heir.
I should not be envious, but I am. He gets her attention now, he gets her time. I get half-forgotten smiles.
She looks at me, Henry on her hip, her words callous. I barely hear them. Her mouth twists in disgust at my silence, or maybe at the mere sight of me.
“Were you listening?” She demands.
I nod. “Of course.”
Then she leaves with him. The door slams in her wake and I am left alone, again.