The 100 word challenge this week issued the prompt:
But it wasn't my fault.
Read what Dancing In The rain had to say about that and then pop over to Julia's for more entries.
He retreated from her proffered kiss. "But it wasn't my fault", she insisted. "The traffic simply wasn't moving." Thinking how to placate him as she removed her coat, she could read his thoughts, "this time the traffic, last time a rush job, before that....."
"If you loved me", he stated icily, "you wouldn't want me to sit here waiting. If you respected me, then you would realise that my time is just as precious as yours." Striding out of the cafe, he left her with one arm still dangling, faintly protesting, "but I've never been more than ten minutes late".