Here is a postcard story I am thinking of sending in to a competition here in Canada. The rule is for 250 words --- this has 251. I am sure I can find a word that I can delete. :)
Gone! (working title)
Janet's love for Lewis had been haemorraging for a long time. The fact that he had made a fool of her again, in front of their friends was a moment of freedom. She looked at him, at his haughty face, thinking himself so clever, so superior. “We are talking business, Janet, because that's what puts food on our table,” he said, the sarcasm dripping from his mouth like invisible vomit.
Janet sighed, thinking back over the last few months. She knew he was having an affair because she had hired a private detective to get proof . At last, she didn't care anymore. She would no longer be a victim of his beligerant moods; awoken late at night with lying excuses, the other womans' perfume wafting in the air of their bedroom. Lewis thought she was stupid, that she needed him, and that he could get away with anything. He didn't see her leave the party.
Janet had prepared for this day. She had quietly sought legal counsel, and had set aside money in a separate bank account. She had already sold all her jewelry, even her engagement ring; replaced expensive paintings with cheap prints, the same with furniture; all sold for that possible future when she would get the courage to leave. The fool actually believed she was redecorating.
She left the house defiantly littered with the photos of him and his mistress, doing what they thought was secret. One, blown up to human size at the front door.
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