Maydays: Flash Fiction – Her Name Isn’t Susan. #Maydays


Thank you to CL Kaley of new2blogging for the #Maydays prompt a coffee break fantasy.



“Ahhhh, coffee. I love it. Would you like some?” Peter asked the woman. He didn’t remember her name.

“I don’t drink coffee, thanks Peter,” Sally said her throat feeling raw.”I could use some water, or orange juice if you have any?” 

Peter peered into his fridge. It was bare. “Um, Susan, I have cranberry juice is that alright?” 

“I guess. And my name is Sally, Peter.” 

“Oh. Uh. Sorry Sally, I drank a lot last night.” Peter said.

Sally shrugged. “Whatever Peter.” 

 “Actually, you’ve been calling me Susan since your third beer last night. I kept correcting you every time but you kept calling me her name. Who’s Susan?” Sally questioned.

Peter appeared nervous. “She’s no one. Just an old girlfriend.” 

“Ah,” Sally remarked, “I understand now. Got any whole wheat or multigrain bread for toast?”

 Peter wasn’t listening. He drank his coffee remembering the morning Susan left.


“Where are you going?” Peter asked Susan.

“I’m leaving Peter. I’ve had enough. I can’t take this anymore.” Susan said. She had all her possessions boxed up and had hired a mover to load up the furniture she purchased.

“You have to have seen this coming.” 

“No, we had one fight and now your leaving me?” Peter asked.

“It wasn’t one fight, it was many fights over three-years. You never understood. It always came down to the same thing.” Susan remarked.

“What, what did it come down to?” 

“You Peter. It came down to you. You always did whatever you wanted, demanding I tag along. When it came to doing what I had to do for a work event or visiting my my friends, you never showed up.”

“Time and time again, you told me to quit my job. That I shouldn’t be spending so much time working or visiting my own friends.” Susan said, “I’m not putting up with your controlling behaviour anymore.”

“But. ..”

“No, Peter. I have a life. My own life. I’m tired of explaining things to you.” Susan said frustrated.

Peter was speechless as the movers came, taking the furniture Susan bought, and all of her things away. 

When Susan and the movers left, Peter felt the gnawing emptiness of his condo.


” Peter is there bread for toast?” Sally asked. 

“What?” Peter asked lost in his head.”Oh no, sorry haven’t been grocery shopping this week. There’s cereal?” 

Sally sighed. “It’s fine. I’ll drink my cranberry juice and be on my way.” 

“Leaving so soon? Want to. . . ” 

“No, Peter I’m fine. I don’t think I can handle being called Susan again.” Sally remarked.

When Sally left, Peter remembered the emptiness he felt without Susan. Sally reminded him, he was a failure with women. Peter returned to bed to sleep off his hangover.


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

7 thoughts on “Maydays: Flash Fiction – Her Name Isn’t Susan. #Maydays

  1. KL Caley May 4, 2016 / 8:05 pm

    Fantastic! Quite a strong emotional piece, I love how you captured the controlling behaviour with the flashbacks! Well done a superb bit of writing. KL ❤

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    • mandibelle16 May 4, 2016 / 10:35 pm

      Thank you KL. Yeah he isn’t a good guy. He’ll have to make a choice to change if he wants a good girl to love him and stay.

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  2. Sharon Yvonne May 4, 2016 / 11:18 pm

    How terrible! He kept calling her Susan. I would be mortified. I really enjoyed your writing style.

    I look forward to more of your stuff. Following you now 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    • mandibelle16 May 5, 2016 / 12:14 am

      Thanks so much Sharon. I’m happy you enjoy my writing style. I’m always trying to improve 🙂 Thanks for the follow, I appreciate it so much!

      Liked by 1 person

      • Sharon Yvonne May 5, 2016 / 12:17 am

        No problem. Looking forward to more. 🙂


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