Prologue
That’s all! I’ve had it! Get out and take your cheating and your twisted mind with you!” From the level of extreme rage Kathryn suddenly clenched her teeth and lowered her voice to a hissing whisper. Her final words oozed ominous. He froze. If he moved, a rustling of his windbreaker might wipe out her parting comment. “Stay on this train and hell is your next stop.” Besides his cheating, she knew he was attempting to do something terribly wrong. His questions all the time, they were dark in their intent. He was using her.
He knew. It was over! He remembered her rage the first time she caught him cheating. The sparkle of their early years slowly washed away. It was like a broken vase, glued back together but the cracks always showed. But this time! This time she raged at more than just his cheating. The shattering of their marriage was with such force its pieces were now nothing but small shards of dust; nothing left to glue. He turned and headed out the door taking nothing with him but his computer. To him the rest was unimportant. His only frustration was her unwillingness to feed him any further information for his research, his groundbreaking research! He was sure she didn’t know what he was up to. As he made a beeline to his car he told himself she wasn’t necessary. His work was almost complete. He could figure out the rest by himself. And if she did suddenly realize his goal, he assured himself she knew not to get in his way!
As she heard his car door slam and the engine start, she ran to the bathroom and threw up. Her head was spinning. What kind of monster had he become?
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That’s all! I’ve had it! Get out and take your cheating and your twisted mind with you!” From the level of extreme rage Kathryn suddenly clenched her teeth and lowered her voice to a hissing whisper. Her final words oozed ominous. He froze. If he moved, a rustling of his windbreaker might wipe out her parting comment. “Stay on this train and hell is your next stop.” Besides his cheating, she knew he was attempting to do something terribly wrong. His questions all the time, they were dark in their intent. He was using her.
He knew. It was over! He remembered her rage the first time she caught him cheating. The sparkle of their early years slowly washed away. It was like a broken vase, glued back together but the cracks always showed. But this time! This time she raged at more than just his cheating. The shattering of their marriage was with such force its pieces were now nothing but small shards of dust; nothing left to glue. He turned and headed out the door taking nothing with him but his computer. To him the rest was unimportant. His only frustration was her unwillingness to feed him any further information for his research, his groundbreaking research! He was sure she didn’t know what he was up to. As he made a beeline to his car he told himself she wasn’t necessary. His work was almost complete. He could figure out the rest by himself. And if she did suddenly realize his goal, he assured himself she knew not to get in his way!
As she heard his car door slam and the engine start, she ran to the bathroom and threw up. Her head was spinning. What kind of monster had he become?
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Want to read samples of other authors' works? Read more Boomer Lit authors at http://boomerlitfriday.blogspot.com
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