Infidelity | A Short Story
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12. She counted in her head each dong that spilled from the large grandfather clock that indicated it was now midnight. A new day had begun and he still hadn’t returned. She wasted no time removing her petite body from the comfort of her sandy brown carpeted floor and standing to her feet. She let go of the paper and pen she held in her hand and let it tumble down to the floor beneath her. She walked over to her front door and slid her feet into her black slides and grabbed her keys. She knew exactly where she needed to go.