His talk was flowery and fake. “Hello darling. I love you darling.” But he didn't care. He was gone most nights until midnight, sleeping with his mistress. He didn't know I knew, but I knew. I could smell her perfume on his shirts. I could smell their lovemaking on his skin.
I put up with it for years until one night he came home and I had had enough.
“I want to leave you Jim.”
“Why? I thought we had something good.”
“We haven't had something good in years — not since you got yourself a mistress!”
“What makes you think I have a mistress?”
“I can smell her on your clothes and I can't stand that smell anymore!”
“Darling, that is the smell of the laundry soap you use. I'm not cheating on you.”
“Laundry soap my ass!” And I shot him.
I killed him, right then and there, and it felt so damn good.
Now I use a new laundry soap.
Thank you Shivamt25 for our photo prompt this week!
This is my 163 word story for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt that is kindly photographed by our participants and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It's fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.
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