By Louis Kummerer
A number I don’t recognize, a cryptic text: ‘Damaging information.’
Intrigued, I agree to meet at a cheap restaurant. He arrives, sits, and begins showing me photos of Gina and me passionately entwined. They leave little to the imagination.
“Gina’s my wife.” His glare pierces me. “Or was, before I killed her.”
Panic: Am I next?
He bursts into laughter. “Just kidding. She’s not worth killing. But thanks. Now she’ll get nothing in the divorce, except maybe that stupid Shih Tsu.”
He stands up. I’m confused: Is that it?
“Keep the copies I sent your wife,” he says as he leaves.
An excellent story with all the elements of a great plot and leaves me with lots of questions!
Great story, such info in few words. Kudos.
Really nicely done.
Excellent, and in so few words. Bravo
Love the concise rat-tat-tat of the stanza. Wondered all along where it would take us. Nice work.
at first i was thinking maybe he didn’t know she was married and then zing the last line hits. great job
Great twist!
Nice job and killer ending! Whoa!