The Secret

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His bike was propped carefully against the wall next to the back stairway. Jeremy had purchased the ramshackle two-wheeler to avoid any attention his car might have caused had anyone recognized it. His weekly “meetings” with MaryBeth were too enjoyable for him to stop.

“Are you ever going to tell your wife about what we’re doing here?” asked MaryBeth as Jeremy prepared to slip out the back door.

“You know I can’t,” replied Jeremy. They’d had this conversation before. “She would never understand and if she found out, she’d never look at me the same way again.”

“How do you know? She might even want to join us,” pleaded MaryBeth.

“Are you crazy? She’s just not into… this. I’d lose her respect if she found out,” said Jeremy, pulling a jacket over his massive frame. He was a burly man with a thick beard and hands calloused from working in a foundry.

“All right sweetie. I understand. See you next week for more knitting lessons?”

“You bet, Grandma,” Jeremy replied with a sheepish smile.

Word Count: 174

[This is my entry into this weeks flash fiction challenge for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by Priceless Joy. Write a short story of 150 words or less (+ or – 25 words) inspired by the photo prompt provided.]


29 thoughts on “The Secret

  1. mandibelle16

    Well done! That sounded pretty risquΓ© to begin with but it was only his Grandma teaching how to knit. Very funny. He’s so worried someone will find out he rides a bike lol.

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