By Wicked
After years of loving attention, he said it was time to move on. He needed a change (as if I was rented property). This from a man in real estate, a man who hated change, still lived the same way, in the same house six years after his ex remarried. Resentment festered: anger and scorn itched for release. I waited for a dark night to visit his shady street, harbor side. Left him with a front wall of graffiti, sprayed with the frenzy and speed of a street kid on ice. Joy toggled to relief, as I felt old wounds healing.
Oh wicked indeed! Loved the analogy to rented property! A few years ago, an aristocratic lady, having been left by her husband, cut all the sleeves out of his suits and put his treasured vintage wine collection in neighbours’ milk crates.
I enjoyed reading this. Imagine what the graffiti will do to property values.
Every word counts. Left me with an image of a hunched, hooded figure in darkness.
Loved it!