Can't You Hear Me? 

Short Story

Ken Preston

21 March 2024

‘I thought you weren’t going to come,’ she said.

He said something, but she couldn’t hear it over the squeal of the train pulling in to the platform.

‘What was that?’ she said.

‘It doesn’t matter.’

Georgina dabbed at her eyes with the crumpled tissue. ‘I hate it when you say that, it’s such a stupid thing to say. If it mattered enough to say it in the first place, why does it not matter anymore just because I didn’t hear it?’

Charlie popped the plastic lid off the cardboard tube. ‘It just doesn’t matter, it’s not important.’ He tore the paper off the top of the tube. Dropped it on the ground.

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