Righting a Wrong

The bar door swung open and she automatically turned around.

She paled under the heavy make up and instantly turned her back to him.

What was he doing here? When had he gotten out of jail? And of all the places why come here? Had he come looking for her? Hadn’t she hidden her tracks well enough?

She slipped on her over large dark glasses and fluffed her blonde wig. She wondered if she could slip out before he…

β€œHello Gorgeous.” He loomed behind her.

She froze.

β€œLet me buy you a drink.” His voice was low, seductive.

He hadn’t recognized her!

β€œNo thanks,” she mumbled.

β€œJust one drink Baby,” He leered at her

Shuddering she jerked her arm away.

He caught hold of her arm. β€œDon’t act so pricey!”

Blood rushed to her head. Enough was enough. She knew how to handle unwanted customers.

She turned back to the counter. β€œDrink is on me.” She signaled the bartender.

β€œCool.” He ran a finger down her bare arm.

Her wavering resolution firmed.

Instead of the usual one tablet, she dropped five tablets into his drink.

Nobody paid any attention to his slumped body or her when she left the bar.

Tears of regret streamed down her cheeks.

If only she had taken the doctor’s advice and opted for the abortion 22 years ago.

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18 thoughts on “Righting a Wrong”

  4. Hawww, too bad…. one can’t go back at all. … “If only”!!! One small sweet revenge.
    The last line changed the entire direction of the story πŸ™‚

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