By Neil Leckman (Divorce/Ice Cream/Delightful)
Sitting at the table, engulfed in confusion and sorrow Sharon ate another bite of ice cream. Looking down at the fine china bowl, with the intricate drawings of dragons around it’s rim, a gift from an old exchange student for their wedding, she marveled at it’s complicated pattern. The overhead light reflected off the slowly melting ice cream, almost mesmerizing at that moment. She though, “How funny that marriage is a lot like a bowl of ice cream, if left alone it slowly melts losing its original form and becomes a stain”. She held the spoon up and looked at it, intricate fine sliver, another wedding gift. Such fine intricate gifts for such a short lived event. Steven had been the perfect husband at first, attentive and loving. Then when his business folded he became more abusive every day, verbally at first, then physically later. It was delightful to be able to peacefully sit here and eat some ice cream, a nice treat. Taking another bite she reached over and folded the lid shut on the ice cream container. Picking it up she walked out to the garage where the freezer was. Opening the door she set it inside, next to Steven.
Damn, even though he’d been a complete ass she was going to miss him.
Turning she walked over to her silver Lexus, climbed inside and started it. Opening the garage door she slowly began to back out. Stopping she rolled down the window and flicked a match into the pool of gasoline that covered a large part of the garage. Backing out she closed the garage door and drove down the street.
"Consider this a divorce!!" she said, never once looking back.
Behind her a orange glow filled the night sky, almost like the sunrise of a new day…
Sitting at the table, engulfed in confusion and sorrow Sharon ate another bite of ice cream. Looking down at the fine china bowl, with the intricate drawings of dragons around it’s rim, a gift from an old exchange student for their wedding, she marveled at it’s complicated pattern. The overhead light reflected off the slowly melting ice cream, almost mesmerizing at that moment. She though, “How funny that marriage is a lot like a bowl of ice cream, if left alone it slowly melts losing its original form and becomes a stain”. She held the spoon up and looked at it, intricate fine sliver, another wedding gift. Such fine intricate gifts for such a short lived event. Steven had been the perfect husband at first, attentive and loving. Then when his business folded he became more abusive every day, verbally at first, then physically later. It was delightful to be able to peacefully sit here and eat some ice cream, a nice treat. Taking another bite she reached over and folded the lid shut on the ice cream container. Picking it up she walked out to the garage where the freezer was. Opening the door she set it inside, next to Steven.
Damn, even though he’d been a complete ass she was going to miss him.
Turning she walked over to her silver Lexus, climbed inside and started it. Opening the garage door she slowly began to back out. Stopping she rolled down the window and flicked a match into the pool of gasoline that covered a large part of the garage. Backing out she closed the garage door and drove down the street.
"Consider this a divorce!!" she said, never once looking back.
Behind her a orange glow filled the night sky, almost like the sunrise of a new day…
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