Charts and optimal dates and preferential temperatures. One line or two. As if she could summon whatever it is that makes up the human soul as easily as she could a cab on a busy New York avenue.
She and Mike had been together 6 years. They’d spent three glorious years of young love and infatuation with all things “coupleâ€.
It was the coupling that was mechanical now. The past three years had seen highs and lows and way too much cotton padding.
Tessa wiped, opened the door, and walked into Mike’s arms, hungry for a touch that wasn’t scheduled or intended.
Looking up, she gave away nothing, instead she simply tilted her chin.
When his mouth found hers, she melted against her husband. Furiously working to release the buttons, Tessa slipped the shirt from his shoulders and pushed him onto the bed.
Mike moaned with false hope. Smiling she sank down into the betrayal with a passion she hadn’t felt for him in years.
The letting go was easier than she anticipated; as easy as flushing the blood and dreams away had been.
“Honey?†she whispered, “I’m leaving you.â€
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Edited to add: the italicized portion is Kirsten’s addition/conclusion to the story. Both Hubbymoose and I gave it the PurpleMoose seal of approval with a clap of the hands and loud guffaws. Serves Mike right, we think.
🙂 Thanks, Kirsten – much fun writing with you. And many thanks to Velvet Verbosity for co-hosting the prompt contest.
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The first 38 words of this piece were written by (now) Trifecta editor Joules who won that week’s challenge. Present day – an anniversary challenge from Trifecta’s editors is to pair up two trifectans to continue the story. I have completed the first part and now turn it over to Kirsten of Kir’s Corner. She is madly typing even as I post this. Watch for the next part soon..
Whee!
