Things That Bang

“How could you? What did you see in her? She is fat!”

He raised a slim eyebrow and looked at his pretty wife; pretty for the outside world. She was a mannequin- size zero, beautiful face. Her eyes flashed with anger and she looked ravishing but he had lost interest in her long back.

He sighed.

The alimony was going to be steep, her ego was hurt.

“I mean she is a walrus!! A spongy potato.”

“Potatoes aren’t spongy.” He replied coldly and light a cigarette. Sitting back he crossed one leg over the other and gently shook his leg; a sign of impatience and it made her more pissed.

She crossed her arms over her little breasts and narrowed her eyes.

“When did you start sleeping with her?”

He blew a translucent circle and gave her a cold smile

“I am planning to marry her.”

“What the fuck? Have you lost your mind? She is an ugly duckling!! She can’t be good in bed!!”

He shrugged and grinned. He remembered the wild nights, stuff done between deep conversations and cigarettes; the laughter, the understanding and most of all the warmth.

She saw the faraway look in his eyes and knew she had lost him but she couldn’t believe the competition was an overweight chick.

She sat down, facing him.

“I want the house and-“

“The lawyers will work it out.”

"You really have nothing left to say to me?"

A car horn blew and he stood up.

She saw a Swift pull into the driveway and her nemesis sitting behind the wheel.

He picked up his suitcases and replied “We never did have much to talk about. It’s all for the best”

He walked out of the house and she called her lawyer.