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As the prick headed for the bathroom, I leaned towards his companion. "Just between us girls: you married to that?" She nodded, shamefaced, her free hand moving to cover her ring. "If I were you, I'd talk to someone like me." Not raising her eyes from the bar, she asked what I meant. "Just that there are some women who are man enough to do what needs to be done." I slid off my stool and followed in his wake, feeling her eyes on my back, her fingers tracing the length of my spine. Walking down the hallway capped by a door marked "No Exit," I was as close to happy as I'd ever been in my miserable life. This time would be different. I could see inside the box she'd built to the true woman who beat within. I'd save her and she'd love me forever. Prove them all wrong. Shoving the bathroom door with open palms, I snapped the eyehook from the jam, exposing the prick standing at a urinal. The room was big enough for both of us. "What the hell are you doing?" He turned his head to face me, his stream of urine continuing to sour the porcelain, backsplash filling the air with the stench of rotted lime. "Fuck you." I drove the blade into his kidney. A second time for good measure. He fell screaming to the floor as I marched from the bathroom to claim my prize. Everybody in the bar was staring at me, mouths open, her eyes wide with the horror of what I'd done. The horror! I turned and ran before anybody had a chance to move. Slammed through the emergency exit. Emerged into the alley littered with trash and old vomit, nowhere to go.
The End
Copyright(c) 2007 by Stephen D. Rogers
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