By Neel Anil Panicker
Word count: 200
They were merciless today, the sea__its swirling pools having swallowed all that she was once proud of__ a delectable hour glass frame on which sat a mass of the most lustrously set crop of thick black hair and sparkling light grey eyes that added the extra zing to that strikingly beautiful high cheek boned ever-trusting face.
A face even ‘Cleopatra would have envied’.
His words, not hers.
The slimy sweet talking bastard.
He, whose velvety tongue dropped Shakespeare and Greek and Latin.
He who swore everlasting love and who she thought was more loyal than her dear Bruno, who now looked around at every homo sapien with lingering suspicion and a perpetual scowl followed by a deafening bark.
He, who she caught in their marital bed… with Sylvia, her best friend.
I am sorry. It just happened. I didn’t meant to… it wasn’t meant to be like that… She just came in a bit too strong… will never happen… ever…ever again. I promise… please…please.., forgive me… just this one time…pleeez.
His voice was a plead. His eyes sank into hers; hers into Bruno’s. The Jack Russell terrier squinted his eyes and stomped away.
She didn’t care.
The sharks certainly would.