Main Ingredients:
mistress (using “mister-ess” for a male lover)
data entry worker
whole turkey
carrot
concert
Spice Pack:
1/2 teaspoon of apprehension
1/8 cup of regret
I have a good, normal, happy life… or at least I did.
I was working in some white office building wearing a white shirt using a white keyboard. My job was 9 to 5 as a data entry worker. I had a husband waiting for me at my normal house with its manicured lawn in the middle
of a normal neighborhood.
I had a good, normal, happy life. But I was bored.
It all started during my lunch break. I decided to switch things up and live a little. I was sick of eating re-heated meat from the whole turkey we cooked the past weekend at our normal holiday with our normal families. I decided to go downtown, and that’s where I met him.
He was working as a waiter at the trendiest diner I had ever been to. After ordering a Caesar salad with carrots (I was really letting loose), he proceeded to hover near me the whole meal. I was a bit apprehensive with all this attention. But what the heck? I gave him my number, and we began seeing each other every lunch break. I paid for the hotels, of course, he was my new secret mister-ess.
I began to have a great, spontaneous, exciting life.
I decided to ditch work and buy tickets to a concert with my mister-ess. On our way, I saw my husband. He immediately knew. Guilt and regret overwhelmed me. I cut off the waiter that instant. But it was too late. My husband left me that afternoon. I begged and pleaded. He never returned.
I have a sad, lonely, remorseful life.
Comments
I like how you really brought life to this bored working woman. The ending felt a little rushed, but I felt like it worked because the protagonist's relationship with her husband also came to an abrupt and halting stop.