‘Not both. You know that. Only Class 1 can do both.’
‘And we’re Class 2.’ Jason spat the words as if they tasted vile. ‘After all our devotion to -‘
‘We should consider ourselves lucky.’ Cindy settled a stern gaze upon him. ‘Class 3 don’t -‘
‘I suppose so.’ He put his arms around her. ‘Decision time, then.’
Cindy twisted away, speaking to the window. ‘I already have. The request has been sent.’
‘What? Without consulting me? Cindy, you know I wanted…’ Jason stood, mouth open, struggling to come to terms with the person she’d chosen to be. Young and beautiful forever. And childless.
In response to Matt’s Flash Fiction Foray, where the prompt this week was the song Young and Beautiful by Lana del Rey.