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Dinner is served!

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I knew straight away what would happen, live long enough with a man that’s incapable of being faithful and you get to know his ‘type’. Blue eyed blondes were on the top of his list, and her being so young would make him want her even more. The eyes were the bluest of blue, the kind you don’t believe are real and when you do find out it’s their actual eye colour you just want to tear them out and wear them yourself.


Looking into the mirror I often wonder why he chose me at all, mousy brown hair and forest green eyes, I’m nothing like the women he covets. Frail limbs and womb that’s killed every child he put in there, there is nothing about me that would explain why I’m his wife. But I am! The ring on my finger and the picture on the wall remind me of this and I have no intention of sharing him with anyone.


No more. It ends right now.


He lingers by the car, fiddling with his phone. Casts a few glances at her house before typing something. That smile. It was the smile that drew me in, it’s the smile that makes me stay. Maybe he’ll send it my way again one day. When he looks up at our house I’ll be in the kitchen, tossing the salad.


“Dinner smells divine.” His five o'clock shade scratches my cheek. “Asparagus and broad beans!” He hovers around the stove checking out the pots and pans.
“There’s something in the fridge too.” As he yanks the door open I suppress a giggle. “I think you've said it’s your favourite.”
His arms grab me from behind and he spins me around the kitchen, kissing my neck and laughing. “Steak tartare, you must really love me Becca!”

I do! I love you so much!

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This is a very short story for Bliss' Nightmare Fuel over on G+. 
The image featured a meat grinder and off went my mind.

I'll be posting more Nightmare Fueled stories here during October.
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