Quaint old fashioned notions
Flash fiction - Raymond G. Taylor prompt. #3
"Oh, Jeff... I love you too... but..."
"I don't do quaint old fashioned notions".
"What do you mean Estelle, I spent all my money on you".
"Yes, but what's love got to do with it"?
"You said you loved me"!
"Correction, I said I love everything about you. Money, fame, glory and livin' la vida loca. Life is good, why spoil it with silly anecdotes about a word that can be interpreted to suit anyone's fancy.
"I want all the crap I bought you back, the house, the car, the yacht, the vacation home in The Algarve, Portugal".
"But, it's all insured in my name, the deeds too".
"What! How did that happen"?
"Because we were in love, Jeff".
"But, you just said..."!
"Jeff, you are not listening".
"Oh. I'm listening baby, heard you loud and clear".
"Jeff, NOOOOOOOOOOOO"!
"Remember the pretty lawyer that you had a thing for, don't look so surprised, I know you swing both ways. Well, we set you up". Jeff scoffed.
"Aw shutUP"!
"Jeff, don't shoot. Ha ha ha ha ha".
Puzzled, Jeff paused, wondering if the whole darned world had gone mad.
Bang! Bang!
"You sure took your time, Marla, he almost shot me".
"Don't worry babe. He signed everything else over to me".
Hug...Kiss.
"Hurry, I already mixed the cement in the basement".
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Antoni De'Leon
Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content. (Helen Keller).
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