Run For The Money
Welcome to
“Run For The Money”
by Marisue Bond-Alsobrook
What’s it About?
My name is Samantha, or was. I had life just where I wanted it, in the palm of my hand. I was going places. My husband was my reason for living, and now is my reason for running. I didn’t do anything, he did. I found him in the poolhouse with my best friend. What an old story that is.
They weren’t playing, though it did look like they were having a lot of fun, and it didn’t seem to be all that new to them. They were efficient, they were wild. I was pissed.
I eased out, unseen and unheard. Well, from all the noise they were making, that wasn’t so hard to do. The next time they had their little rendevous, my tape recorder under the bed caught it all.
This week’s pool party, was lively. Everyone seemed to enjoy the special sound effects as they played in the background, gradually increasing in volume until soon, there was no doubt as to whom the “oooo’s” and “ahhhh’s” and “More, More!” belonged to.
My soon to be ex, Rob, was not amused. I laughed and laughed but it was just the sound of my heart breaking. He slammed out of the house with my best friend running after him, pausing only long enough to slap my face.
At the time I didn’t feel a thing, but my neck’s been hurting now for 2 weeks.
Bank accounts cleaned out, a life insurance policy on me in his favor, he’s not through. I can’t find him, but I can feel him. I can smell death. Mine or his? I cannot tell. The taste of betrayal slices through my tongue, and covers me with a thick stench. It is fear.
Where was my special radar when I married him? I don’t know. I don’t have time to think about it. I’m on the run.
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Welcome to “Run For The Money” by Marisue Bond-Alsobrook
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