She let the hug linger for a few seconds. He smelt of cucumbers dipped in vinegar and cinnamon. Reminding her of a salad she once made but he said was too dry.
He held on, tighter than she did. His hand was at her waist. The waist he worshipped. The waist that was now tightly enclosed in a sequined grey gown. Then she pulled from the embrace.
Their divorce was formalized. Ending with it their three years together.
“See you around.”
“I hope not.”
This was the last bit of their prenuptial agreement.
Now they were just Judy and James.
Word Count: 100
This work was developed during the African Women’s Development Fund and Femrite African Women Creative Non-Fiction Writing Workshop in Uganda, July 2014.