The Girl With Me In The Parking Lot

By Craig Morrow

Erin has always been a bit on the anxious side and played it safe. Between juggling a family, work, his aging looks and a house he can’t afford, it seemed like a smart move. But after a week that changes everything, his mind starts to let loose.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Craig Morrow
• Release date: Feb 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311523426

Craig Morrow

A screenwriter, video game writer and short story author from Toronto.

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The Girl With Me In The Parking Lot

by Craig Morrow

Copyright 2016 Craig Morrow

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I said, are you gonna bring Winter? That's your wife's name isn't it? said Flouse as he snatched a picture frame holding my wedding photo off the top of my almost empty in-box.

Mat Flouse was easily the most unpopular and abrasive guy in the office -- lunches and social events were scheduled specifically to land on his busy days or when he was looking after his six-year old for the weekend -- but I didn't have anyone that I was really friendly with at work so whenever I needed a break I would speak to him for a minute and then head off. Him thinking that he could do the same to me was the trade off for that I guessed as I grabbed the frame out of his hand and returned it to paperweight duty.

Whatever, bring her to the Summer Social and we'll get destroyed on some free tequilla, he continued. The Summer Social was a work party on a boat. The better weather equivalent of a Christmas party plus the boat. Who the hell wants to party on a boat with their co-workers? Drunk? And bring my wife?

Yeah, I dunno, she doesn't like that stuff and we're probably busy that night, I told him.

Think about it, man. I'll probably bring one of the sweet chicks from the roster ready to acquiesce that night. Speaking of, I'm gonna hit the road. It's late you should get going too, said Flouse.

I've got a lot to finish up here, I said.

Hey man, I'm here two hours before everyone and I come in on weekends. But you still gotta get some R and R, you know? Flouse said as he was walking away from my desk.

He didn't come in two hours before me. Did he? No, he’s a simple moron.

That moron was right about one thing though. It was late -- 7:24pm. The office was practically empty. My phone buzzed to life on my desk. In front of the lock screen wallpaper of my gorgeous wife