Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Relaxer Can Be Murder ©

The salon was quiet again, and it was time for her to pack it in. She looked at the new shipment that sat in the corner. It could wait till morning. She’d had another rough day, and the last thing she wanted to do was unpack boxes, or prepare dinner for Ben and the kids. Takeout was the only solution. At the end of each day, Macy felt old and worn. Her back and hands ached, and she wondered why she still did this day in and day out.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She moved a little closer for a better look. There were no fine lines or wrinkles, and thanks to her dedication to stay fit, her physique could match that of any swimsuit model. “You still look pretty good for your age.” She brushed her blonde hair back into a ponytail and placed her handbag at the front door.
Macy grabbed the trash bags and headed out back to the alley. The warm breeze touched her face and she suddenly ached for a long vacation at the beach. She had a decision to make. She needed to tell Ben tonight that she was leaving. He wouldn’t take it so well, that much she knew. But it was the only way.
Macy sat behind the wheel of her car. Something wasn’t right, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. She felt like she was being watched. And she was. Her biggest enemy hid behind the cover of night and swore to give Macy what she deserved. She had gotten too big for herself and needed to be taught a lesson. It was a warm night, the kind of night that warranted a confrontation. But it would have to wait. Macy needed to hear everything first, and if she still didn’t comply, she would pay the ultimate price.

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