1.06.2012

6 of 365

The kids were all in bed. Her husband was engulfed in cigar smoke and tucked privately behind his desk in the study. She gripped the stem of the martini glass, what was left of the alcohol sloshed from rim to rim. Diamonds in liquid form, matching those at home on her skin. Difficult to choose which was more of a best friend. Those that adorned her body kept her from the gossip circle, those that slid down her throat kept her from the truth.

1 comment:

  1. wowza! there's so much in just a few sentences but you can totally see the whole scene & what lead up to the tension & how thick it must be. Amazing stories!

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