For once I got my act together enough to do this in time: response to Matt’s bookblogger2014 flash fiction foray, with the prompt this time being the song Send in the Clowns.
‘I’ll be back soon.’ She almost added, ‘I love you,’ but didn’t. Too early for that, and she wasn’t young and foolish any more. They kissed again. Reaching the security gate, Linda looked back. Bob was still there, waving, and she thought, why not, after all? A new life, undreamt of after widowhood, with a generous, wealthy American. Kind too, even down to those beautiful gifts for her grandchildren. She waved back. He blew a kiss and, reaching for his telephone, walked away across the shiny floor of Bangkok airport. Mule perfect, he texted. Batch sent as instructed.