Tuesday, December 13, 2016

A New Story: Betrayal

Staring into the mirror, all Marsha saw was bloodshot and puffy eyes.  It was an endless night devoid of sleep but full of tears.  She expected the specter she saw in the mirror but it didn’t make the thought of facing another day any easier. 

She must have called and texted Bob one hundred times.  She first filled his voicemail box.  Then the texts started.  Around 2:00 AM Bob sent a terse reply, “Leave me alone!”  It was at this point Marsha realized badgering the man would accomplish nothing.  She decided to try to sleep but too many spirits haunted her mind and it would not relax. 

In a fleeting moment when she drifted between this world and the land of slumber, she heard the voice of a child wailing.  She rushed down the corridors of her mind to find and soothe the child only to find herself awaiting judgment from a scowling judge.  The jury laughed mockingly at the verdict they sent.  The gavel was about to slam down when she jolted to full consciousness.  She felt so guilty for her failed life.  There was so much for which she must atone.  At the moment, Marsha could only consider the next small steps.  She had to make herself presentable and get to work. 

Marsha went to her desk and turned on her iPad.  She Googled “How to reduce eye puffiness.”  There was a hit from wikiHow and she clicked on the link.  The first recommendation was to put cucumbers on the eyes.  There were no cucumbers in the house.  Scratch that idea.  The next two suggestions required too much prep time.  Therefore, Marsha added ice cubes to two ziplock bags and applied them to her eyes.  She had make-up to minimize the bags under her eyes and would use it before she left the house. 

Breakfast could not be stomached on this morning.  Instead, Marsha popped a K-cup into the Keurig and started a cup of coffee.  She mused that had all of this happened a year ago, she would need to calculate the amount of coffee grounds needed to make one cup of coffee the old coffee maker.  Marsha’s mind briefly drifted to the percolator her parents had.  She could hear the machine working and could picture herself watching the café colored liquid entering and leaving the perc view top.  Then the sound of the Keurig finishing her coffee returned her to reality.  The stress and lack of sleep made it feel she drifted in time for a moment. 

Once coffee began entering her system, Marsha felt more at ease.  She applied the finishing touches to her wardrobe and face and viewed her reflection in the mirror.  She looked good and was beginning to feel confident things would turn around.  She believed she and Bob would reconcile.  Perhaps counseling would help.  She was willing to go.  She still loved him and wanted to make it work. 

Driving to work, Marsha remembered the need to stop at the ATM.  There was a car there when she arrived and another followed her into the queue.  Marsha used the time to retrieve her bank card.  It was important to make good use of one’s time.  She was ready the moment she pulled up to the ATM.  She efficiently inserted and removed her card and waited for the prompt to enter her PIN.  Once done, she selected the Fast Cash From Checking option.  The machine whirred for a moment and then the screen gave a prompt that said “Insufficient Funds.”  She murmured, “What the hell!?”

Bewildered by this turn of events, Marsha hopefully tried the Savings account.  It also had insufficient funds.  Now deeply concerned, Marsha pulled forward and into a parking space. 

Pulling the phone from her purse, Marsha gasped, “What’s goin’ on?”  She opened the app for her bank and looked at recent transactions.  Bob and Marsha had a joint account but Bob also had a separate account to which she had no access.  Bob had drained the joint account and put it all into his account.  She had no money. 

A white hot rage burned in Marsha’s brain.  She slammed the palm of her hand into the steering wheel and screamed, “Bob, you bastard, how dare you!  How dare you!  I’ll get you!  I will get you you damn bastard!” 

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