It was their 23rd wedding anniversary, yet he was late. He didn’t care enough to remember, and she didn’t care enough to mind.
It was past midnight when he eventually let himself into a pitch dark house. Suddenly the candles came on. “Jeez Malinda, you gave me a fright.”
“Well, its our wedding anniversary, or rather it was. I wanted to do something special for you. It been far too long.”
“Thanks baby. I’ve eaten, but I could sure use the drink.”
She watched him gulp down the exotic cocktail of vodka, orange juice and Sprite, generously sweetened with antifreeze, and even encouraged him to drink one more.
By morning he would be sick. In twenty-four hours he would be in the emergency room sliding into renal failure. She had planned everything meticulously. His mistress would be on duty then.
In response to Bikurgurl’s 100 Words Wednesday: Week 67 challenge.