Carla stared at her half empty wine glass. She had expected another excuse not to be home for the intimate supper she had planned. Yet here he was cheerfully suggesting she relax on the sofa. He would clear the table.
“You’re going to divorce me aren’t you?”
“Why would you think that?”
John came in holding a dishrag and a coaster. “Use this. No rings. Your rule, remember?”
Carla set her glass on the coaster. John threw the dish rag around her throat and strangled the life out of her.
“Divorce? No my dear, I take my marriage vows seriously.”
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“You’re going to divorce me aren’t you?”
“Why would you think that?”
John came in holding a dishrag and a coaster. “Use this. No rings. Your rule, remember?”
Carla set her glass on the coaster. John threw the dish rag around her throat and strangled the life out of her.
“Divorce? No my dear, I take my marriage vows seriously.”
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Wednesday, Words, Inc.:
table, ring, glass, wine
At 12 minutes I had 143 words - It took another hour to get it to this point.
I find that no matter what my plan is going in, my stories never finish according to that plan. This was actually supposed to be a 100 words that would be warm and fuzzy. Uh, guess I'm just not in a warm and fuzzy mood.
1 comment:
Great tension, and a remarkably honest view of the usually hidden and suppressed fantasies of many married couples.
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