Cheers

by , under Ancient Personal History, Fiction Prompts, Sunday Photo Fiction

She looks so pretty, but the martinis are a bad idea. She hasn’t eaten all day and is already halfway through the second one before the waiter comes by for our order.

She’s in her ebullient stage, laughing out a story I’ve heard before. I laugh along, watching for the change. I know it’s coming.

I know that later all the forgiven arguments will come roaring back as though we’d never stopped fighting, all the healed wounds reopened and fresh.

The waiter opens a bottle of wine. She tells him to let it breathe, to bring two more martinis in the meantime. I smile, my palms damp on the tablecloth.

How will it end this time? On the drive home,  her snatching at the wheel and screeching at me to pull over?  Will she fling her rings into the gutter as before, stomp into traffic on unsteady heels, clutching her coat and yelling obscenities?

Or maybe she’ll she wait until we are back in our living room, the sitter gone home and the kids sleeping upstairs while she paces with balled fists, her face mottled with bottomless rage?

She lifts her glass. “Cheers,” she says, eyes glittering.

 

Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. k rawson

    Stellar little piece of fiction. Artfully captures a toxic relationship. The ironic “Cheers” puts just the right twist on it (pardon the pun).

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  2. EagleAye

    If he already knows what’s about to come, I wonder about the nature of the relationship. Seems like a co-dependent one to me. A brilliant depiction of a dysfunctional relationship. Well done, sir.

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  3. pennygadd51

    Ow! I didn’t want to like this, but you’ve done it so well…what is hurting her so badly, I wonder? I bet her relationship with her parents is at the root of it.

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