“You think I didn’t know what you were doing? Late nights, drunk, smelling of women.”
He just walked in the door, ignoring the screams of his wife.
He placed his brown leather bag down on the sofa and starts to unbutton his shirt.
“You were with that woman huh??” She grabbed his shirt violently, inspecting the fabric and demanded an explanation.
One hand on her waist.. “I smell female perfume.. How could you do this to me?? I‘ve been with you for 10 years!! And our children??”
Two little girls in their pyjamas, quietly sitting at the staircase. The smallest one hugged her doll tightly as her sister held her and they both started crying.
He just ignored her. Nothing came out of his mouth. As he sits down and flicked through the channels on the remote control.
She began to loose control as she rummaged through his leather bag. Papers flying across the room.
“What are you doing?? Are you out of your mind??” He stood up and his held on to the bag.
“HAH! What’s this you bloody bastard?!?” She held a black pantyhose right in front of his face.
“Tell me who’s that slut?? What does she has that I don’t have??”
“I’ve been wanting to tell you if you weren’t so crazy woman..”
“These pantyhose are mine..” he snatched them back. Later he held out a bright pink wig from his bag.
“Don’t worry honey. There is no other woman. He’s my ex-boss.”
Her jaws dropped as her knees weaken and like a feather she allowed gravity to pull her to the sofa.
He then placed the wig over his head, turned around and walk towards the door. He swayed his hips as he walked out the door with HER red heels.
