Vee and Dave

A microfiction inspired by a photo I once took

Vee was right. Billy knew she was right. He’d been an absolute shit to her, and he’d never been so ashamed of himself (which was saying something).

Worse, he didn’t know if, let alone how, he could fix it. He knew only that he had to try. Without Vee — God, without Vee he didn’t think—

Vee’s phone rang, and he heard her answer it in the next room.

“Dave?” she said, “Hey. Can you swing by and pick me up? I really need a drink…”

He didn’t hear anything else.

When he came to, he was on his back on the floor. Beside him were Vee and Dave, and they were— oh God, were they…?