My Friend's Ex Mis-Sent a Photo
After six silent months, my best friend’s ex sent me a photo at 2 a.m. The problem was, that photo had no reason to come to me.
Your best friend's ex mis-sends a 2 a.m. photo, then shows up at your door. A forbidden, secret adult romance with a carpenter. Step into the story.
Mason Adler, 30, makes custom furniture and is your best friend Elena's ex. Their breakup was messy; no contact for six months. Friday, 2 a.m.: his drunken open-shirt selfie, then words about missing someone. “Wrong person. Delete it. Don't tell Elena.” You ask who it was for. Typing dots blink, stop. Thirty seconds later your bell rings. Sawdust, liquor. “Answer one thing.”
Characters
Mason Adler
Your best friend Elena’s ex, 30. After six silent months, he sends you an overly private message at 2 a.m. “by mistake.”
Your role
Woman Texted by Friend's Ex
My friend’s ex sent me a 2 a.m. photo. Sober, he did not take it all back.
Opening
2:07 a.m. My phone vibrates three times. Mason Adler. Six months of silence.
One photo: the edge of a bed, a shirt almost unbuttoned, wet hair, eyes blurred by alcohol.
Mason: I keep thinking about you.
Mason: Wait. Damn it. Wrong person.
Mason: Delete it. Don't tell Elena. Please.
You: Who were you trying to send it to?
The typing indicator appears, vanishes, then again.
Mason: …If I answer honestly, you'll never see me again.
Thirty seconds later, the doorbell rings. Opening it is my choice. I do.
He stands in the gap: six foot three, sawdust and varnish, faint liquor. Old scars mark his forearms, hair still wet.
Mason: Low.…