Not Crispin's Day

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Crispin has been found out. Now his wife is threatening to ruin his career. It isn't Crispin's day.

Submitted: May 22, 2017

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Submitted: May 22, 2017



"Look, you've got it all wrong," the balding man said rapidly.

"Really?" the woman replied coldly.

The man waved his hands frantically.  "You're seeing it out of context," he said desperately, "it was just a friendly kiss."

"YOU HAD YOUR HAND ON HER ARSE!" she shouted.  People in the cafe turned to stare.

"I can explain," he whined, clutching at his shirt.

"Please do," the woman snorted.

"You have to believe me," he pleaded, rubbing his glistening brow with the fingers of his right hand.

"Wrong!" the woman snarled.

"Julia, please," he begged, his eyes widening.

"Is she one of your students?  Is she, Crispin?  Are you fucking one of your students?"  Her eyes bored into him.

He shook his head violently.

"You are, aren't you?"  She said fiercely.

"It's nothing," he whimpered.

"We'll see if the university agrees with you," she retorted, sitting back stiffly, her arms wrapped tightly about her body.

"Julia!" he screeched, his hands reaching out towards her across the table.

"You'll pay, you little shit."  She smiled grimly and stood up.  "You'll wish you'd kept your dick in your pants."  Tears streaming down his face, he watched as his wife marched out of his life.

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