Splinter Sister
"Your sister sent this Valentine did she?" railed Carla
scrabbling through the box of birthday cards previously received,
searching for a sample of precious Perdita's pen.
"Here is proof she isn't the culprit!" she screamed,
sending the card skimming across the room to where her husband of
four years to the day sat. The card made contact, cutting his
forehead.
"Ouch!" he yelled "you've drawn blood.!"
"I'll do more than draw blood. I'll draw your bloody affair
for the world to see. How could you?"
“Carla, please try
and remain calm, you'll see more clearly if you do” chided Chris
wiping the blood from his brow. “She's obviously involved another
partner in crime in this latest wind up.”
“I really wish I could believe you, you've been so tired and
preoccupied lately, you can't blame me for thinking you've been
occupying someone elses bed because nothing much has happened in ours
recently!”she sobbed, uncontrollably now.
He tried to comfort
her as he searched for why his sister would pull such a stunt.
“Maybe
she is trying to drive a wedge between us” he spoke questioningly,
crossing the room and picking up the torn envelope and card
responsible for their row.
“I'll take a wedge and stick it up
her backside if that's her game!” Carla cried, confusingly. “She
likes me, doesn't she?”
That's the trouble Chris thought,
bending to pick up the torn envelope addressed to her, wondering just
how he would get the splinters out.
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About Me
- Anmelia
- I live on the North-East coast and would have a lovely view along the coast-line as far as Souter point if it were not for a big red blot of a building at the bottom of my street. There is a slight gap between the building and the trees across the road where I can glimpse my blue, sometimes muse.
