Infidelity

Infidelity
October 26, 2012 29 Comments Writing Stephanie Ayers

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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  1. 29 Comments

    Sandra

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

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    Douglas MacIlroy

    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

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      SAM

      Like Sandra said, she “could” be kidding, but if you are familiar with my writing, you know she’s not. 😉

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    Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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

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      SAM

      Thanks, Rochelle!

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    Kir

    OUCH! but oh soooooo good. 🙂

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    boomiebol

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

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      SAM

      men are men, and some are more stubborn than others. LOL

      Thanks!

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    Parul

    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?”

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      SAM

      I like to end my stories with a bang. Thanks for validating that for me!

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    bridgesareforburning

    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

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      SAM

      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.

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    sustainabilitea

    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.

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      SAM

      I definitely have a macabre mind.

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    billgncs

    don’t forget to increase the life insurance!

    the bitter smell of discontent permeated this piece. Nice

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      SAM

      I like that description. Remind me to have you write reviews for me when I finally hit the publishing world. 😉

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    brudberg

    I can smell some potions brewing soon… 🙂

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      SAM

      Ha! There was a Potions prompt somewhere or another this week…

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    The Bumble Files

    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. 🙂

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    silentlyheardonce

    Hope she doesn’t get caught.

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    Angel Fractured

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

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      SAM

      Most of my wives are…

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    Lora

    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.

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      SAM

      Divorces are messy and you only get half of everything. Death is clean and you get it all! 😉

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    Shirley McCann

    I think we had the same idea. Great story.

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