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She sat in the car outside the school hall, listening to the ping of the engine cooling while she waited for her daughter to finish dance class.  In her mind she compiled a list of all the things she had to do; all the things that made her wait: collect her son from sport, guess her husband’s return time from work and sort the three foot high pile of washing. She glanced at her watch, wanting to hurry the time, and then watched the hall doors for a glimpse of pink tulle to come running.

“What are you waiting for, Mummy?” said the little ballerina as she scampered into the car while the engine sat silent.

“I don’t know, darling, I don’t know.”

I told my wife I was going out with the boys for a beer at the local and she said that was ok because she was meeting her best friend for coffee a little later. I risked investigative questions by putting on my leather jacket, but the wife seemed to take no notice. It was getting difficult to keep this online dalliance a secret, but we had never actually met in person, just emails and texts. The little Italian restaurant we had agreed to meet at was out of the local area so we wouldn’t be recognised. She entered the restaurant carrying a red rose; the corny way we had arranged to identify each other.

Ending A
My wife looked spectacular as glided across to the table, her eyes alight.

Ending B
Infidelity roared with laughter as soon as my wife and I caught each other’s eyes.

You can get creative and add your own final sentence to complete the story.