Infidelity

Infidelity

October 26, 2012 Writing 29

Used with permission

He came home stinking of garlic and onions, and that’s when I knew. He’d been with her again, at that little Mama Mia café just off Judd Street in the center of town. He didn’t think I knew, but I did, and I knew who she was, too.

The little tramp.

As if he could hide the hooded eyes that took their time grazing over her body whenever she entered his office. He never looked at me like that, and I’m his wife! For better or worse, we said. Til death do us part, we agreed. Death-now that can be arranged, and who would blame me?

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29 Responses

  1. Sandra says:

    She’s annoyed with him… right? You certainly caught the ‘simmering’ nature of her mood. Nice one.

  2. Dear Sam,

    No secrets will ever be kept when you’re meeting in a small town cafe. Time for him to get out of town (and not sleep one more night with her. But wait, he doesn’t know she knows. Oh, crap.) Nice story. Not so nice ending (for him.:)

    Aloha,

    Doug

  3. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” I believe someone’s about to discover the truth of this statement. Good job, Sam.

  4. Kir says:

    OUCH! but oh soooooo good. 🙂

  5. boomiebol says:

    When will some men learn…take it elsewhere not the small cafe everyone probably goes lol. Very nice

  6. Parul says:

    Nice work!
    I particularly like the last part, Intense!
    “As if he could hide the hooded eyes that took their time grazing over her body whenever she entered his office. He never looked at me like that, and I’m his wife! For better or worse, we said. Til death do us part, we agreed. Death-now that can be arranged, and who would blame me?”

  7. Hi Sam,
    Well, the stinking breath alone is enough reason for me. The cheating is way over the line. Liked the used of the verb grazed. Maybe she should consider divorce. Death could land her in jail. But the heart wants what the heart wants! Good story. Ron

    • SAM says:

      Thanks, Ron! The opening sentence was inspired by my husband’s arrival home from work late last night, and his whole body reeked of garlic and onions, LOL.

  8. She has a creative take on the weddings vows!! Liked your twist at the end and the way you just slipped it in there. (Hmmm, maybe a reference that sounds like a knifing isn’t the best here…or maybe it’s apropos.) I’ve always heard you should only eat garlic if your spouse/significant other/whatever is also eating it and this gives that idea a whole new twist.

  9. billgncs says:

    don’t forget to increase the life insurance!

    the bitter smell of discontent permeated this piece. Nice

  10. brudberg says:

    I can smell some potions brewing soon… 🙂

  11. Sam, wonderful piece. I like how you incorporated the smells of the cafe. You’ll have to read mine now. My character may be the other woman, the tramp. 🙂

  12. Hope she doesn’t get caught.

  13. I like how you incorporated the smells, too. I wonder if her thoughts about death are serious . . .

  14. Lora says:

    Returning home, smelling of garlic and onions…to conceal HER perfume, perhaps? I would kick him out for that reason alone. I hate the smell/odor of garlic and onions. Lady, increase the insurance policy, hire a PI, get photos, then a divorce.

  15. Shirley McCann says:

    I think we had the same idea. Great story.

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