Another week gone, and October already. I noticed some leaves that had turned, which is an unusual sight around here, usually we get our first snowstorm and the leaves just die without the color show.
Oops, now I said that out loud, and I’ve jinxed the weather. Great.
Okay, picking up where I left off last week:
He wasn’t coming home to beg forgiveness, but if he expected to rationalize what he’d done, he would be disappointed in the result. She had no patience for his whining. Not today.
Never again.
           She let her imagination run a little wild. She pictured herself tearing clumps of his hair–his pride and joy–out by the root, and leaving long bloody scratches on his handsome face.Â
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I'm completely with her. He totally did her wrong.
The violence! LOL
Ouch! (The excerpt is intense, but I also want to compliment you on the site style: the design for the excerpt made it so easy on the eyes. Thank you!)
Get him where it hurts… got a flo-bee? 🙂
Ouch! Don't mess with a angry woman.
Would not want to piss this woman off!
Youch! Somebody's in trouble!
That sounds like a whole lotta “Ouch!” I would move to a different country and change my name before going home to face that.
Bitter, table for one!
I'm with everyone else, man is she mad. Did I miss where the snippet came from? Is this one already published? I must go read your other Six Sunday's so I know what's going on and why he has been such a bad, bad boy.
Christa
Let that imagination run wild, sounds like he deserves it.