Hello! Get your creative juices flowing, try your hands and lit wit on this drabble with a twist.
Two rules: 1. Your story should be between 200- 400 words
2. Your story must start with the sentence “where were you last night”
“Where were you last night”? Alicia asked Devon as he sauntered into their bedroom.
Devon stared at his wife of two years; she was sitting calmly on the bed in her favourite Chanel white bathrobe. The steady gush of running water in the bathroom indicated she was running her bath water, for her ritual morning bubble bath. Devon shrugged and turned his back on her and towards the mirror, where he took off his jacket. “I was working late in the office, I called your mobile, but I couldn’t get through” he said as he loosened his tie and stared at her reflection in the mirror. He smiled suddenly and tried to be charming. “I am sorry I missed our wedding anniversary, I’ll make it up to you”, he said giving her a quick peck as he went to his walk in closet.
“Where’s my black Armani tux? I have a business dinner tonight with the board of the new company under acquisition and… ” he stopped in mid sentence and stared at his wife, standing in front of him with a gun pointed at his heart. “Where were you last night, she asked calmly, as she took a step closer to him, and “don’t you dare lie to me Devon, because that would lie would be your last”
Devon swallowed, his mouth went dry as he stared at the muzzle of the gun, he knew it was loaded, it was his gun which he had recently gotten because of recent break-ins in the neighbourhood. A bead of sweat formed on Devon’s brow, even though the steady hum of the split unit indicated that the air conditioning was functioning perfectly. He tried to project an image of innocence and calm, as he replied “Honey, what’s this? What’s gotten into you, what’s going on? I’m sorry I didn’t leave a voice message to tell you I was working late, I’m sorry I….”
“Shut up! Shut up! Alicia screamed hysterically, the pointed gun shook in her hands as she trembled with rage. “You are such a liar Devon! I’ve known for a while now, I hired a private investigator to follow you around for the past three months. Devon, how could you? and with my best friend?” Alicia spat out bitterly “After all I have done for you? you were nobody! Nobody! When we met, three years ago, you were still struggling to repay your student’s loan! I married you against daddy’s wishes and pressured him to make you vice-president of one of his companies and now you repay me by having an affair with my best friend? …Devon you have messed with the wrong woman!” Alicia eyes hardened as she removed the safety catch on the gun and placed her forefinger on the trigger. A million thoughts raced through Devon’s mind, he wondered what he could do to stall, he knew Alicia could be a ruthless woman, and could kill him in a heartbeat with no sense of remorse. Then the doorbell rang.