broken · cheating · heartbreak · lies · lying prick · pain · tears


Tommy was oddly happy today, there was something peculiar about the way he grabbed his jacket, or the way he shuffled through his things, or the reluctant glances he so desperately tried to hide when I came barging in the room. He looked very different, his eyes were gleaming with hope and liberation, youth was written all over his face, he smelled so sweet and seductive, like wild roses on a summer day, like floating stardust drifting on an endless firmament. I was in awe.

“Oh, honey, you’re up early, I was just getting ready for work” He said plainly, tucking his jacket in his arms.
“Work? On a Sunday?” I calmly asked, biting my lip as my voice turned raspy and weak.
He quickly gave me a peck on the cheek, “Something came up, I’ll tell you when I get back. Don’t wait up Okay?”
I watched him as he hurried his pace out the door. My eyes burning with disgust and contempt. I know damn well where this lying-cheating-shallow of a man is going.

28 thoughts on “Hunch

  1. Hmm I guess women are kinda telepathic that is. But what behooves me is why most women would rather pretend in silence like they don’t know what’s going on… I just don’t get it.

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    1. OMG. Thank you so much, Will. You are too kind. A novel? I don’t think so, I don’t have enough writing skills to do that, if I am half as good as you are, then maybe I could have a chance, but no. Never gonna happen. πŸ™‚

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  2. If he came back with a gift and flowers, she would feel really crappy….or would she? Conclusions are like cliffs, you can’t just jump off without knowing a little something. Sometimes instincts can make a fool out of people, other times, they can be right.


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