The cigarette dangling from her ruby-red painted lips wasn’t the only thing smoldering. She inhaled deeply bringing the embers to life. I wondered if our flame could be re-ignited so easily. I hoped not. This dame was trouble before, I didn’t want trouble again. But looking at her, I considered risking it. I pressed my cigarette against hers. If I was going to go, it wouldn’t be by second hand smoke.
She sauntered into my office, her skin-tight blue dress hugging her in all the places I hugged a long time ago.
“What brings you here?” I asked.
“Why you did, dear.”
“Couldn’t get enough, huh?” I smirked.
“You owe three months child support.”
My smirk disappeared just like she did months ago.
“Sorry. Business has been kinda slow.”
“Maybe you should try a different line of work. Maybe civil service.
“Sure. I could be a garbage man. I’m good at picking up trash.”
She slapped me. I didn’t stop her. I stared into her eyes, looking for the love we had oh so long ago. I didn’t even see a soul. The coldness sent shivers down my spine.
I reached into my pocket and gave her all I had.
“Give me a couple of weeks, I’ll have the rest for you.”
She stuffed the bills between her cleavage and turned to walk away. At the door, she looked at me.
“I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.”
“Don’t bother,” I said. “I’ll mail it to you.”
She stared at me then walked out the door, out my life. Again.
I extinguished the cigarette hard into the ash tray and sat at the desk. I opened the drawer and reached for my savior, a bottle of scotch. I poured it into my coffee cup and sighed in relief
She sauntered into my office, her skin-tight blue dress hugging her in all the places I hugged a long time ago.
“What brings you here?” I asked.
“Why you did, dear.”
“Couldn’t get enough, huh?” I smirked.
“You owe three months child support.”
My smirk disappeared just like she did months ago.
“Sorry. Business has been kinda slow.”
“Maybe you should try a different line of work. Maybe civil service.
“Sure. I could be a garbage man. I’m good at picking up trash.”
She slapped me. I didn’t stop her. I stared into her eyes, looking for the love we had oh so long ago. I didn’t even see a soul. The coldness sent shivers down my spine.
I reached into my pocket and gave her all I had.
“Give me a couple of weeks, I’ll have the rest for you.”
She stuffed the bills between her cleavage and turned to walk away. At the door, she looked at me.
“I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.”
“Don’t bother,” I said. “I’ll mail it to you.”
She stared at me then walked out the door, out my life. Again.
I extinguished the cigarette hard into the ash tray and sat at the desk. I opened the drawer and reached for my savior, a bottle of scotch. I poured it into my coffee cup and sighed in relief
