The Wait - Final Chapter Prompt

The Wait - Final Chapter Prompt

A Story by Phillip W Parsons
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Writing practice where you write the final chapter of a novel you never wrote.

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Bryan and Cassandra sat in silence, sipping cheep Mexican beer and fine whiskey.  From some unseen corner of the bar a steady beat accompanied soulful mourning in its musical form.
"He's not coming, is he?" probed Cassandra.
"I can't imagine a single reason he would." replied Bryan crassly and without regard for anyone's feelings but his own.  "A*****e!"
Cassandra nodded her un-beautiful, un-ugly face and thought of reasons for Kyle to meet u with Bryan and herself.  She knew she loved Kyle. She doubted he loved anyone or anything more than his ego and the bag of money he was likely never going to share with them. She looked at Bryan.  She did not hate him.  She did not have the ability to hate him, for all the times he had nearly ruined their plan.  For the fact that, had it not been for Bryan, she and Kyle would be sitting here in this lost-city bar in this lost-city hotel at the end of this lost-city crime.  It would be Kyle and herself left behind as Bryan made off with the money.  It would be a much preferred ending to this.
She could not hate Bryan for his misguided reversal of fortune that had backfired and left Kyle in the role as the Tempted.  No, she could never hate him, nor did she want to stay here with him any longer than it took to establish that Kyle, indeed, was not coming back.
She stared at the tinted glass door with its long neglected hand smudges and she willed it to open.  Willed Kyle to push through, carrying a large duffel, or not, see her and smile as he finally realized the one thing that had been there all along.
Bryan shifted in his seat and waved down the cocktail waitress for another round.
"F*****g a*****e!" he went on.
Cassandra remained fixated on the door.  It appeared to be welded shut for all the times silhouettes wandered by, all shaped exactly like Kyle, carrying something significant, all pausing briefly, all walking on.
The bartender gave last call several hours later to the only two customers yet to leave.

© 2017 Phillip W Parsons


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