Excerpt from my novel...
Here is another little piece from my novel...

From Chapter One:

“It would have been easier to pay for Irving’s funeral than to get divorced.” I explained to Dana over lunch as she nodded her agreement. I met Dana fifteen years ago when she came into my cosmetic store crying, straight from divorce court herself; I gave her a free makeover, made her feel beautiful, and we’ve been best friends ever since. I finally had an understanding of what she had been through.

“Seriously, I mean it Dana. Just think about it. With the four thousand I’ve already spent on my lawyer and court costs, I could have paid to have Irving cremated.”

“Oh, I wish I could have done that to Harry.” Dana said smiling.

“I could have thrown him a big memorial party, put his ashes on display next to his practice-bartending competition bottles and his picture. Played the song Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down over and over again, since he said it was the ‘theme song’ for his life. And after everyone left-- I’d pour his ashes down the toilet and flush them.”

“Oh, that’s wicked!” Dana exclaimed.

“It’s what he deserves. He could spend eternity in the sewer among piss and shit. It suits him.” “I need another drink.” I said sucking the last of my whiskey sour through a straw.

“Besides, widow has a much better ring to it than divorced. Don’t you think?”

“Well they are certainly treated differently.” Dana replied.

“Yeah, widows don’t have to deal with the humiliation and betrayal that confronts you every time you turn around on top of their grief.”

“Irving should be shot for what he did to you Claire, no one forced him to walk down that isle and make those vows to you.” Dana consoled, her rosey cheeks glowed sweetness when she spoke. Kindness radiated from green eyes that squinted a little in the corners when she smiled. She wears glasses and has blondish brown shoulder length hair. Her goodness is taken advantage of by defenseless animals and men. She has a warm bubbly personality and follows celebrity gossip and sensationalized news stories with a passion. She’s been divorced for fifteen years and raised two beautiful daughters all on her own. And at this moment as I looked into her face, I don’t know how she managed it.

“I did use his picture for target practice once.”

“No! You didn’t!”

“Yeah, Fred took everyone in the office shooting one day. I learned to shoot a hand gun and a rifle. Shot Irving right between the eyes with the rifle.”

“Oh, I don’t like guns.” Dana exclaimed.

“I don’t like them either.” I replied. “But it sure felt good when I shot Irving’s picture! There was an overwhelming sense of power that was so uncontrollable. I don’t think I could own a gun, wouldn’t be able to actually pull the trigger at a real human being.”

“Not even if it was Irving?” Dana asked.

“No. Not even then.”

“Well you know what they say, ‘what goes around comes around’, he’ll eventually get what he deserves.” Dana consoled.

“It would be nice to see if he finally realized the consequences of his actions to other people--but somehow, I doubt it ever happens.” I relented.

“I used to fantasize about running over the blonde-bitch with my car, but even in my fantasy I couldn’t do it; couldn’t hurt a pregnant woman.”

“It’s not the baby’s fault.” Dana reminded me.

“I know. But someday Irving’s going to do the same thing to the blonde-bitch and she’ll know exactly how I feel.”“It’s just a matter of time.” Dana agreed.  posted by Matildakay at 3:50 PM