by Sheryl Ricigliano
Sophia lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. This Saturday morning officially marked the first day of her return to the single life. She signed the final divorce papers yesterday afternoon and woke with a migraine this morning. She kept her right eye closed, trying to compensate for the sharp circle of pain that wrapped her head. Her ex-husband, David, had been furious. To say she had “won” would be unfair, but she did get the house, the car and, more importantly, the children. David had an unfortunate history of alcoholism and no one, not even the judge, thought the children would be safe with him.
“A little coffee, a little ibuprofen,” Sophia announced the breakfast menu to the empty room and she uncovered and moved her feet to the floor. Yawning, she made her way up the hall to the kitchen where she made a quick cup of instant coffee and swallowed three ibuprofen. Feeling slightly better, she walked into the living room to regard the day through the picture window. Sipping her coffee, movement on the lawn caught her eye. Moving closer to the glass, she saw David peek out from behind the children’s play gym and raise his right arm straight towards her. He had something in his hand that flashed brightly and the picture window shattered simultaneously. Suddenly feeling ill, Sophia looked down to see her pajamas bathed in crimson.
2 comments:
OMGosh! I like how you led us into that unexpected twist and there I was thinking she should go easy on the Ibuprofen LOL!
LOL. I had to laugh at Madeleine Sara's comment because I was also thinking to myself, "The dosage is TWO!"
Powerful ending.
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