“It's hammer time!”
Bob the Builder*
Today I transformed into an action
figure for several hours...and did absolutely nothing as action
figures cannot move. It was pretty boring and a big let down as I
lost a lot of time to write. How disappointing. Seems I solidified
plans for CJ to come over this weekend so that lifted my spirits.
Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Worst Moment
I learned that
divorce came in stages. At least for me, and there is a worst moment.
First was the emotional wrecking part of your life that caused it all
in the first place. When I caught her having an affair. I wasn't
going to have the true-love marriage I wanted with a woman that
cheated on me like that. It was a beautiful night too. I caught her
just because I chose to walk a different way home from the subway to
enjoy it. And that way took me out of the line of sight of the window
she used to see if I was coming home. I ran across the man just as he
was trying to leave our door half-dressed. He did have the decency to
give me a quick apology even with the fact he was almost half a foot
taller than me so I couldn't make him.
But the first
moment wasn't the worst moment. Neither was the second. The time in
court. There it could be said I came out on top. I hired the
sleaziest, meanest lawyer in town. The lawyer wasn't was one of those
young, thin-snake looking ones or one of those old, fat bald ones who
had been winning and ruining their opponents for years. It was a
woman in her late thirties who had a wonderfully pleasant smile that
could turn chilling in a few seconds. But she kept it pleasant most
of the time and always asked the questions that made who she wanted
squirm. She pushed people with every false pretense and adapted
whatever false mask of a personality she needed. All for whatever
client paid her to do it. And had her get me as much possible in my
court case. With the affair I already had an advantage in the divorce
case but I wanted everything I could get out of my soon to be
ex-wife.
The worst
moment was the final moments of the divorce when I sat alone in the
house on the bed. When I looked out the window to see a beautiful
night. When I wanted to be with her despite the fact I still hated
her so much.
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