Today’s challenge has nothing to do with what this blog is about. But let’s take a creative step anyway. Or attempt to.
He spies a post-it note left carelessly attached to the corner of the desk. It’s barely hanging on, almost as if it fell out of a folder and managed to cling on for dear life. It could blow away if he breathed on it. There’s a note written with familiar handwriting that easily makes his heart stutter and his stomach lurch.
It’s not for him. It never was.
He taps his finger against the adhesive side for a moment before folding it in half and slipping it into his pocket. Maybe for today he could pretend that she loved him.
(Doesn’t quite fit the prompt, but it is 100 words.)