By Brittany R. Johnson
He was back by the next morning, skinning and grinning as if nothing had happened.
But she knew he was unfaithful.
She plated the fried catfish and grits, adding a dash of hot sauce and sugar. She stopped short of throwing the steaming coffee into his genial face.
Instead she played ‘Who’s Sorry Now?’ She loved the irony. She was an ardent playwright, after all.
As the record began, she saw him pause with the spoon midway to his mouth and saw the uneasiness fade in his eyes.
Smiling and sashaying, she was satisfied that he thought he’d swallowed her wrath.
I can see that spoon in mid air. Great read!
Thank you, Nicki.
I love it! Great ending.
Thank you, Jennifer.
Food for thought!?
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That “?” is meant to be the winking face emoji.