Prompt: Coming undone | Wordcount: 1200 | Genre: romance (sort of)
“You stopped down the road,” she began as soon as he entered the room. “Who was in the car? Who were you letting off? It’s Sheila? Isn’t it?’
“There’s nothing going on between me and Sheila,” Tyson said in a weary voice. “I just gave her a lift from the bus stop.”
She seemed to spend all her time imagining him cheating with different women. He hadn’t looked at another woman since they had been together, but he was fedup with her insecurity; her rants, questions, spying. He glared at her accusing face and the bubble of frustration swelling over the months of their relationship suddenly burst.