PAY BACK TIME
By Neel Anil Panicker
“Srry, Ritz drlng. Am held up. Urgent biz con. Will take 4 hrz. Luv, Inder”.
The slimy bastard! Still carrying on with his old ways.
In the dark, Rita felt her grip tighten on the tiny Glock 45 pistol.
Her face turned a ghostly mass as she inserted the silencer onto the weapon, cold finger tips caressing the trigger.
For one last time, she peered out through the windshield, her gaze falling on the second floor apartment.
Dim fluorescent light emanated from behind thick bedroom windows.
‘So this is where he holds his urgent business conferences.’
Hot molten blood swirled, churned, and burnt her insides as she felt herself being swept away in a massive tidal wave of maddening anger.
Sorry…Ritz darling…meetings…Luv Inder___all mere words. Not a penny’s worth. It was time she put an end to this sham.
Time she called off the marriage. Time she silenced him, eased him of all pleasure; eased herself of all pain. The woman, too. That cock sucker bimbette of an office secretary__it was time for her to go too.
She stepped out into the cold and made her way up the stairs, unmindful of the lone dog that was wagging its tail.
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