Gemotions

The empty swing set creaked in the breeze, a mournful soundtrack to David’s thoughts. He had been so sure about the tickets, so confident in his recollection. Now, Liam insisted that he had bought them.

He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat refusing to budge. He remembered, now, Liam offering to buy them. He should have admitted it sooner.

He walked over, resting his hand on the cold, damp wood. The swing moved gently back and forth, a slow, relentless reminder of his mistake.