When Dreams Change




“You stupid-cheating-mother-f@#king-son-of-a-bitch!”

The heavy stoneware plate hurled from Jessica’s hand headed towards her husband.

Sweat lingered over her eyebrows running in her sea green eyes.  So infuriated she didn’t even pause to wipe it away.

Charles, a middle-aged, non- athletic nerd, jutted to his right at the last second as it hit the wall behind his head shattering into pieces.

Raising his hands out in front of him to block her onslaught, his wire-rimmed glasses twisted on his nose. “Damn it, Jessica.  Buying the café was a mistake.  I just can’t stay here and work all the time. I feel stifled.”

           Her words came at him in a blaze of pure rage. “What the hell do you mean, mistake?”

We sold everything we owned to get the money to buy this café.”

          “Well I just don’t think this business venture is going to work.”  Charles still had his arms up in a defensive block.

Jessica grabbed two more plates, angrily releasing one. “What do you mean it’s not going to work?” Charles dodged the first         plate.

Her tone of voice seethed with white fury. “What’s the real reason, Charles?”

The second one soared at high speed.  It nicked his forehead, just above his eye. Blood oozed from a cut.

          “Okay!  I want someone else.   Bambi and I want to have a life together.”  He held his hand over the wound.  “Enough!  I’m leaving.  It’s all yours honey.  Do whatever the hell you want.  I’m done, finished, out-of here.”

With another plate in her hand, Jessica watched as Charles twisted around and did a hasty escape out of the door.  Blonde Bambi was waiting for him outside.   Dragging his little sex kitten behind him, Charles exited indubitably out of her life.


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