Best Wishes, Bitch

I’m bored, she shrugged, unconcerned.  
Bored of this generic diner 
white sheet cake, of this underseasoned
omelet of a marriage. She left 

her wedding ring on the Formica.

Go fuck yourself, he thought, 
though it seemed rude. So instead,
he wished the bitch indigestion.
“The Whitehouse Diner” Photo by Aaron Segreaves on From The Sunday Muse


Written for WOTDC, The Sunday Muse, Poets And Storytellers United, and dVerse


  1. “underseasoned
    omelet of a marriage” – I love this line!

    Interesting how two people might read this and find completely different stories. I am entirely sympathetic with only one character, for example, but sense someone else might only support with the other.

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