She kissed him at the door and he trundled backwards, not taking his eyes from her face until she finally closed the door.
He strutted out of the garden and onto the pavement, his smile gleaming with pride.
“Ive neva walked thru town wiv such a smile on my face”, he typed into his phone. And, scrolling down he found her name and hit send as he crossed the road.
He never saw the truck coming.
The phone scattered across the tarmac, its screen shining:
“Message not sent.”
Just a rough piece of very short fiction I came up with one day while traveling Europe. Feedback would be much appreciated.