A very short story

March 26th, 2009

I took her hands in mine.
“I love you,” I whispered, “Marry me.”
She turned away, her shoulders heaving as she sobbed.
“I cannot. I am married to Jesus the carpenter.”
I was confused, hurt.
“You’re a nun?”

At that moment the door burst open and a swarthy man with rough hands and a tool box strode in.
“So, I catch jew at de last!” he cried in almost perfect but heavily accented English, “Jew tink jew can make of me de… how jew say… de cuckold?”
He dropped the toolbox on the floor and in the same instant I felt his solid fist connect with my jaw.

I left Madrid that night, never to return.

2 Responses to “A very short story”

  1. wychwoodon 29 Mar 2009 at

    And then? And then?

    Don’t toy with me, man!

  2. Declan Chellaron 10 Apr 2009 at

    That’s it.
    It’s a very short story.

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