Today’s 3words are: SPIRAL, SORRY, HELL.
And my ongoing story is…
Belindabelinda leaped from her seat, sending it SPIRALing, crashing backwards. The hell was this crap?
He was sorry?
What the HELL gave him the right to be sorry? He didn’t know her, didn’t know the situation. He already admitted he didn’t know Vally.
She picked up a beer can, realised it was empty, and slammed her fist down on it. She reached for another, cracked it, downed half, grabbed her chair, pulled it back and slumped into it.
She typed, “Dude, you don’t get to be sorry. Why should I even listen to you, let alone accept your apology?”