She was never very good at math, but division was the worst. She vividly remembered sitting at her desk in fourth grade, one long division problem taking up an entire sheet from her Big Chief tablet. The page would be grey and smudged from all the erasures, and there were spots in the paper where her eraser had nearly rubbed completely through it, and still, more often than not, the answer was wrong, and she would have to start all over.
Math still wasn't her strong suit, but, she thought triumphantly, she was having no problem with division today. She smiled to herself as she clipped through the starched oxford cloth shirts, the dress pants, the suit jackets, even the briefs and undershirts that she had spent years laundering and folding just the way he demanded. As she divided each piece of his clothing in two with her sharp shears, she placed the pieces inside his suitcase before calling him and letting him know his things would be waiting for him on the front step whenever he wanted to take the time away from his mistress to pick them up.
Linking up with Ivy at Uncharted for Six Sentence Stories with the prompt "division."
When i started reading and it was a kid, my firzt thought was "awwww, nobody's getting killed in this one!" Still a surprise ending...maybe she will kill him next week?
ReplyDeleteOne can only hope.... :)
DeleteHaha...nobody died! Great twist. And that first paragraph? So me!
ReplyDeleteAnd the moral of the story is: Don't underestimate a woman who may not be good in Math but is hell with shears.
ReplyDelete…or, half is better than none? …no, wait, er…. the shears that bind….no!! divide!!
ReplyDeleteok I give top half or bottom?
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ReplyDeleteSweet revenge indeed, and so very well written! I have to admit I love this story, there's been a time or two in life that I would have liked to have responded in such manner. I suspect he got the message loud and clear :-) The way you led up to the conclusion was brilliant, pulled us all right in!
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