Smut & Filth. Chapter thirteen.

"Big Girls Do Cry".

She walked back the way they had come last night, after her perfect day, her sunglasses concealing the tears that filled her eyes and threatened to spill down her cheeks.

“Fucking bastard.” She muttered as she reached the bottom of the steps where they’d so recently danced. Two of the boules players from the previous evening were sitting on a little bench and they smiled and waved “Bonjour” as she passed.

The came the tears.

There was a bus stop in the town square and she took a seat on the bench there. She had absolutely no idea how to get to the airport and no way of asking for help. Thank heavens for Google, she thought.

She plucked her phone from her pocket and, for the first time since kissing him in the arrivals lounge, looked at the screen.

The blank, lifeless screen.

“Fuck.”

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