Short Story #9
She sat at her desk angrily hitting the keys on her computer as she updated her blog. Her jacket hung from the chair behind her, hair tumbled out of a messy bun to curl around her face.
“Alicia, I have something to tell you,”
She knew that tone. That tone was never good. She could still taste his kiss on her lips when he admitted that he cheated on her with the girl from reception. She could still taste his kiss as she gathered her belongings and went home.
That kiss was soon forgotten when itching fingers made contact with the keyboard.
In her story, she was going to torture him and if she felt like it, he was going to die. She was revved up and inspired. She was going to let her fingers bleed tonight and ignore the pain for in the morning, she’ll have a new novel ready for her publisher.