Writing Prompt: He was late, again.

Last writing prompt of the week, lets try and finish out strong. Timers set and off we go.

Not sure where this is going but it feels like it is midway through a story rather than at the beginning.

Friday, September 12^th: He was late, again.

He was late, again.  Elizabeth tried not to look at her watch.  She knew it wouldn’t help.  Peter would arrive when he decided he would arrive.  ‘If he decides to bother,’ she added.

Lately it was hit or miss whether he would turn up when invited somewhere.  When they made plans to meet he would more often than not forget and when he did remember assume that she would forgive him any tardiness, basking in his presence since he bothered to remember. 

Elizabeht decided to look at her watch.  Forty-five minutes late.  She felt something inside her snap.  She hadn’t wanted to visit the carnival.  She had other plans, but when he claimed he wanted to go and that he wanted to spend time with her, she caved, readjusted her plans. 

“Screw this,” she decided.  Elizabeth turned and stalked across the parking lot to her car.  She was done waiting.  If Peter arrived now then he could go to the carnival alone. She had things to do.  As she got into her car she felt a twinge knowing that Peter wouldn’t go in alone.  He would find someone else to go with.

He always did.

“I’m done with that too,” she decided.  Elizabeth pulled her car out of the lot.  She turned onto First street and navigated her way back across town.  There was a long list of things that she needed to take care of and not only had she lost forty five minutes waiting but it was a forty five minute drive for her each way.  “Too much time wasted.”

She turned on the radio and tried to shift her thoughts by singing along to the songe she knew, humming to those whose lyrics she hadn’t memorized.  She was halfway home when her phone rang.  She darted a glance to the screen where it sat in her cupholder.  It was Peter.  She ignored the call.  The call ended and a moment later a ping was emitted by the phone.  She left it alone until she pulled up to a red light.  Stopping, she reached for the phone and glanced at the message. 

“Just arrived, where are you?”

She snorted and put the phone back in the cup holder.  She drove home and parked in the garage.  Until three months ago she lived in town.  Then her grandfather died and she inherited his house.  She wasn’t sure if she was going to keep the house and property but going through it needed to be done regardless of her decisions.  She gave up her apartment and moved to the house so it would be easier and she would save on rent. 

It was an interesting, but dusty job.  Elizabeth left her car in the garage, picked up her phone and made sure she had her keys as she left the car.  A second text came as she entered the house.  Elizabeth looked down and read the text.  “We’ll be on the Ferris Wheel when you get here.”

“We,” she snorted.  She wondered if he brought some one ore even several someone’s on their night to spend together or if he met up with people he knew. ‘Doesn’t matter,’ she decided. 

While once in love with Peter, in the last year, he wore away that love and at the moment she wasn’t even sure she felt even minor affection for him anymore.