Story.... Turnabout... The End  

Frnds4Play 53M/63F
2686 posts
8/25/2005 8:03 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Story.... Turnabout... The End


After several hours of fitful sleep I got up and made coffee. Rita and her daughter weren’t there. As I sat at the table, half awake, a plan began to form in my mind. I started to giggle. By the time I’d finished two cups of the hot brew I was raring to put it into action.

I drove to our house and saw that, as I’d suspected, my husband’s car was gone. I let myself in and went straight to his computer. In a matter of minutes I’d written out the email I’d composed in my head. It took me awhile to find all the addresses I needed but in less than three hours I was done. I carefully erased my tracks.

After the emails were sent I walked through the house. It made me so sad to think of all the years that this had been my home. When I’d been happy here. But that was over.

Rita was home when I got back to her trailer and I told her what I’d done. She stared at me and then shook her head, grinning.

“I’d love to see his face,” she said.

“Then you’re invited,” I said.

The next morning I called my husband soon after we’d eaten breakfast. It took some persuading but he finally agreed to meet me at a restaurant downtown for lunch. Rita and I were both full of nervous energy, pacing around like a couple of hungry cats.

As we walked into the restaurant several minutes early five pairs of eyes locked on us in shock. I could feel their consternation hit me like a heat wave. Hmmm, I thought as we sat down facing the door, not everyone but this should be enough.

I raised my hand as my husband entered and he started walking in our direction. He was in the middle of the room before he became aware of the other women. He looked around furtively, with a perplexed expression.

“Shall we ask your other friends to join us?” I asked as he approached, raising my voice so everyone could hear.

“My other friends?” He said.

“Well, Josie, and Caroline, and Heather, and Darlene, and Cindy over there.” I know it’s impolite to point but I wasn’t feeling all that civilized.

He gaped at me.

“What the hell is going on here you bastard,” Darlene said. “Why’d you send me that email?”

“What email?” He said, looking at me.

“The email that stated that our marriage is over and you wanted to start a new life with your one and only love,” I said.

“Who are these other people?” Cindy said.

He turned and began walking quickly towards the door. Josie grabbed his arm with both hands.

“You said you loved me,” she said.

Darlene stood up to confront him.

We left him to his Furies.

“You know what?” I said to Rita as we walked out the door. “I don’t think my husband’s very smart.” We stood in the parking lot, leaning together, laughing until we cried.

--- The end.

Any comments you might have would be appreciated.

HardlyYours4Now 52M

8/25/2005 6:50 pm

Troubling and satisfying, simultaneously. Would be more troubling if I were that guy, I suppose.

Just curious - how much of the plot line was developed before-hand, vs. letting the story develop itself as you went? The result is great, either way.


rm_vixenflir 58M
295 posts
8/26/2005 6:55 am

Great story Stan! and yes I believe a male can write from the female perspective and do an excellent job as you have shown here. Kudos!(am I still in the right generation to use that term??? {lol})In reality, many things throughout your tale rang true-to-life for me (not the ending--------yet-----but now I'll be ready).Hope your photo project keeps rolling along - keep us posted. Steve


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