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Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Refuse: A Six Sentence Story
To the casual observer, the two women in the small, outer office could have been having a conversation about the latest fashions, but upon closer look, the observer would see one woman seated behind her secretary desk, leaning back slightly, a half smile upon her lips as she took a deep draw from her cigarette, while the other stood tensely, feet planted, just inside the doorway of the office, her eyes narrowed beneath the brim of her hat, her neatly gloved hands clenching her pocket book.
"No, Lydia," said the seated woman calmly, exhaling as she spoke, the cigarette smoke swirling into a cloud around her as she crossed her legs and let one shoe dangle casually from her toes.
"Just like that, you refuse to stop seeing him?" Lydia asked incredulously.
"I love him, too, so yes, I refuse," said the other woman.
"He doesn't love you," spat Lydia, pulling a gun out of her pocket book and pointing it steadily, and as the other woman threw her head back and laughed, the door beyond the desk opened to a man standing there, his hand on the knob, eyes darting from his secretary to his wife as he processed the scene before him.
"Refuse THIS, bitch," Lydia said as she fired the gun and watched dispassionately as the man stepped back, mouth open as if to speak, then slowly removed his hand from the doorknob and crumpled into the doorway...
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Well Im glad i shot him! I mean glad SHE shot him! Yeah thats it...she shot him.
ReplyDeleteYour back!!!!!! Hooray!!!!!
Ummmm...your hubs is okay, right?
DeleteSo far....
DeleteAnd I'm BAAAAACK!
DeleteMen don't stand a chance do they? His lover is now looking for another job I take it.
ReplyDeleteMaybe the two women hit the road together, a la Thelma and Louise.
DeleteAnd she goes free, i hope, because it was a "crime of passion." You can tell whose side i'm on when it comes to cheaters, can't you?
ReplyDeleteWell written!
Thanks! Maybe the two women got together and made it look like suicide.
Deletewell, that was FREAKING AWESOME!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Jean!
DeleteAnother murder she wrote. :-) And that Lydia is one tough gal.
ReplyDeleteLydia is truly made of strong stuff!
Deletethanks for the story!
ReplyDeleteWell, you're welcome!
DeleteGood one Dyanne! Why did I picture a 1950's noir like scene and without even scrolling to the end :)
ReplyDeleteOhh, I'm so glad you saw it that way, too!
DeleteI picture the woman with gun played by Barbara Stanwick because she is such a gutsy gal. For once the man is the one who pays the price. I love this!
ReplyDeleteThanks, May! I'm so pleased you pictured it much like I did!
DeleteWell, that's one way to be certain that he will engage in no more infidelities. If she had killed the secretary it would only be a matter of time before she had to reload her gun for the next one.
ReplyDeleteIt was quicker and easier for her just to shoot him, wasn't it? No messy reloading!
DeleteTHANK YOUUUUU!!!
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