Two weeks in a row?!?

Look at me keeping to a schedule.  At any rate, this week’s Writer’s Digest prompt finds the setting in a bar.  One of my favorite places, to be sure.  That is where the comparisons end.  The assignment was 500 words or less.  I came in at 485.

Here’s hoping you enjoy week two and keep coming back for a little change of pace at MCPD!

While out at a bar, your old high school sweetheart approaches you and gives you an unexpected kiss right on the lips. This causes you to have one intense reaction that will lead to a very memorable night—but not for good reasons.

“Another pint, Sean!”

“You got it!”

Sean put down my pint of Guinness. I reached for my wallet. He raised his hand and said, “Don’t bother, buddy.”

“C’mon, Sean. You can’t front me every night.”

“Not me, boy-o.” Sean nodded his head behind me.

I turned and did the Hollywood scan from the floor up. Her legs were sheathed in stockings. Thigh-highs as it turned out. I could just make out the garter belt peeking out from beneath her short black skirt. I gulped audibly in anticipation. Continuing my ogling, I saw curves too die for. Her blouse was unbuttoned to show ample cleavage. An oversized black onyx necklace hung from her neck.

The necklace. I had seen it before. I had given it to her a decade ago. I quickly glanced to her face to confirm my growing fears.

Oh, shit. Nina.

“Nina, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Hello, Joshua. Long time no see.”

With no further commentary, Nina leaned forward for a kiss. I was afraid to resist. Afraid of the consequence. My mind raced as I wondered how she had found me again.

Nina was always unstable, but as the new kid in high school, I didn’t know anyone. I had the misfortune of striking up a conversation with the moody girl. I mistook her angst for emo, her darkness for mysterious charm. I found out later she had sustained so much pain that inflicting it on others became her defense. And inflict it, she did.

Just because I talked with a girl in my history class, Nina slashed my tires in a jealous rage. I could never prove it, but I suspect she hung the girl’s cat.

I’ll admit it. I’ve always been weak-willed. It took moving away to college to rid me of her. At least I thought so. Nina turned up one night at my dorm. She didn’t like my new girlfriend. Nina lit my bed on fire. She put the new girlfriend in intensive care. Nina went to jail. I moved. Weak-willed.

I changed my name. I had surgery to alter my appearance. Nina found me time and time again.

Eventually, I grew tired of being a victim. I could no longer stand by and watch her destroy my life. I knew this day would come.

As Nina slipped her tongue into my mouth, I slipped my knife into her belly.

Sean leaped over the bar, Louisville Slugger in hand. That was the last thing I remember. When I awoke, I was shackled to a hospital bed with a deputy standing nearby.

“How long have I been out?” I asked.

“You were in a coma for a few weeks. I should tell you that you’ve been placed under arrest for attempted murder,” the deputy told me.

I sighed in relief. At least I’d be safe in prison.

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