Taking Stock of Things

3B82C04D-49BC-4756-9E79-B305439198A3“Is it too much to ask for some peace and quiet?” Sharon asked her husband, Nick, on the drive home to Chicago from a disastrous weekend in Cincinnati.

“Oh you don’t want to talk about what happened last night at the wedding reception?” Nick asked in an icy cold voice.

“Fine, let’s talk about it, Nick,” Sharon said. “What on earth did I do to make you so act like such a jealous bastard?”

“Are you serious, Sharon?” Nick asked. “Well, for starters, there was that affair you had two years ago with that coworker of yours. You know, the one who you couldn’t keep your horny hands away from his pants zipper.”

“Come on, Nick. That was two years ago. It’s ancient history, crissake. And it was just one time.”

“So you claim, Sharon,” Nick said. “But then last night you were all over that son of a bitch at the reception. Some random guy standing near me pointed to the two of you and said, ‘Hey, those two should get a room.’ How do you think that made me feel, Sharon?”

“Nick, you’re being ridiculous, Sharon said. “He was a fascinating man He’s traveled all over the world and is a marvelous storyteller.”

“I’m being ridiculous?” Nick said. “That guy was such a fig.

“I think the word your looking for is ‘prig,’ Nick,” Sharon said. “And yes, he was a bit of a prig. But I really enjoyed his energetic nature and his enthusiasm for life. If you would have joined in on the conversation instead of hanging out by yourself at the bar and feeling sorry for yourself, I’m sure that you would have enjoyed listening to him, too.”

“Oh really?” Nick said. “Well, I’m sorry if you feel that I’m not interesting or energetic. I’m just not a real emotive guy, Sharon. It’s not in my nature. But what I do want is for us to take what we have together and nurture it, Sharon. I want to make us stronger and better together.”

“I know, Nick,” Sharon said. “But you need to stop being so possessive, so jealous, so controlling. We can be together without smothering each other. I think you need to take inventory of what you want out of life and whether or not the two of us are right for one another. And when we get back to Chicago, I think we need some time apart while you take stock of things.”


Written for Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are “fig,” “Cincinnati,” and “zipper.” And for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (peace), Your Daily Word Prompt (jealous), The Daily Spur (energetic), Word of the Day Challenge (nurture), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (inventory).

JusJoJan — It’s a Secret

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I have a secret

Something no one else knows

It’s something undiscovered

Something I will never disclose

If you knew my secret

With others you might share

I can’t allow that to happen

I can’t talk about my affair

Oops

Dammit


Written for the Just Jot It January from Linda G. Hill. Today’s prompt, “undiscovered,” was suggested by Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith. HERE is her most recent post.

#writephoto — When Another Door Opens

DB92B21A-4E32-4A93-BB6D-9C19649A11BCAllison looked out of the airplane window shortly after takeoff. The sun was setting over the midwestern city she was leaving, probably forever. She let out a heavy sigh. Her eyes welled up and she struggled to hold back the tears. It was hard for her to face the fact that she was leaving her old life behind.

When she discovered ten months earlier that her husband of eight years was having an affair with her best friend, Allison was devastated. She was more angry with herself for being blind to the betrayal by the man she thought loved her and by her closest friend. She knew that she could never forgive either of them. And she also knew she needed a complete break from everything. It was time to start over with a clean slate.

She moved back into her parents’ house until the divorce was settled. She received half of the proceeds from the sale of the house that she and her husband bought together shortly after they got married. While the net proceeds after paying off the mortgage and the real estate commissions weren’t that much, the amount was sufficient to cover the cost of the one-way plane ticket and a few months rent in a new city halfway across the country.

She didn’t know anyone there and didn’t have a job. But as her father told her, when one door closes, another door opens. Allison certainly hoped that would be the case. She pulled her iPad from her carry on bag, opened it up, connected to the airline’s in-flight WiFi, logged into WordPress, and started typing on the tablet’s virtual keypad.

“Hi,” she typed. “My name is Allison. Welcome to my brand new blog.” She paused, and for the first time in a long, long time, Allison smiled. Then she resumed typing. “I’m 31 years old and I’m starting my life all over again, which is why I’ve named my blog When Another Door Opens.”


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

First Line Friday — Storm Clouds

B0F48CFF-AC10-481C-810A-C0F44DA1684B.jpegThe wedding loomed closer and all Tay could do was think of storm clouds. “This is a big mistake,” he said to his best man, Floyd.

“What are you talking about, Tay?” Floyd asked. “Are you getting cold feet?”

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” Tay said. “Who said love is better the second time around, anyway? What do they know?”

“Listen, Bud,” Floyd said. “You and Darlene were great together and then you fucked it up by having that affair with one of your students. You’re lucky that she’s even giving you a second chance.”

“We weren’t so great together,” Tay said. “Our relationship was very tumultuous at times. We fought like cats and dogs. Why do you think I felt the need to have an affair? I just needed to have some uncomplicated sex with no baggage.”

“But you’ve grown as a person since those days,” Floyd said, “and so has Darlene. You were both so young when you got married. But now you have a chance to put it all back together with the love of your life. You two were meant to be.”

“Yeah, you’re right Floyd,” Tay admitted. “It’s just going to be hard to break it to Samantha.”

“Who’s Samantha?” Floyd asked.

“Samantha,” Tay said. “was the student I had that affair with.”

“What does she have to do with it?” Floyd asked. “You’re not still seeing her, are you? That affair was years ago.”

“True,” Tay said, “but she and I had a kid together. I’m her baby daddy. I can’t abandon her and our son.”

“Storm clouds, indeed,” Floyd said, shaking his head in disbelief.


Written for today’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday prompt.

Friday Fictioneers — Email Exchange

8F5DCBAF-7302-4C41-9F3A-8ECEDE90B782Hi Babe,

I took this photo outside of our front door. The snow is beautiful, isn’t it? Wish you were here to share it with me and to keep me warm.

Love, Jim

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Jim,

Yes, it looks quite picturesque, but shouldn’t you be asking that personal trainer you had an affair with, rather than me, to keep you warm?

Andrea

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Dear Andrea,

I told you that was a mistake and it’s over. I love and miss you. Won’t you please consider coming home?

Love, Jim

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Jim,

I’d say when hell freezes over, but it looks like it already has.

Andrea

(100 words)


Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo prompt from Dale Rogerson.