Till Death Do Us Part
Patience. My greatest asset. He’d know if he’d paid attention.
I grab the nail gun. Same one I bought him for our anniversary three years B.D. – Before Denise, the wench who installed our curtains. And then installed herself into our bedroom.
I test the nail gun in our kitchen. Sorry, his kitchen. Says some court document. The nail gun kicks me back against our fridge. Oh, right, his fridge.
Oh, he changed the locks. But he forgot about the broken basement window. So like him.
Thursday afternoon. He’ll be at the work another hour. I hide under our bed. There I go again. His bed. I’ll wait here quietly. Because remember – patience.
I waited one-hundred-twenty-one days for the temporary restraining order to expire. Later, I’ll give Frain his name back. Tonight, I re-gift him the nail gun. This time? He gets it right between the eyes.
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Feels good to be back. Surprisingly good after the nail gun incident. Those things’ll leave a mark. But hey, it’s Monday. And as Elise mentioned over the weekend, Monday can be a killer (even without a nail gun). This starts the second half of the A to Z challenge. If you want to start from the beginning – who wouldn’t! – here’s a good place.
Thanks for stopping by. Enjoy your week.