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Suspicion by Beverly Papizan

Flash Fiction


"Suspicion"
by Beverly Papizan

“It’s got to stop!” Kevin slammed his fist into the couch and cursed
under his breath.
 
“Man, what’s wrong with you?” Mark stuck his head through the kitchen door.
 
“I’m sorry.  I’ve been trying not to talk about it any more. I know you’re sick of hearing about it.  I just don’t know what to do.”  Kevin put his elbows on his knees and ran his fingers through his hair. “My sister’s seen her with the guy, once at the Hilton.”
 
Mark brought two beers from the kitchen and gave one to Kevin as he sat down.  “What was your sister doing there?” 
 
“She works in the gift shop.”  Kevin drew with his finger in the dust on the coffee table as he answered.  “I know she’s not great looking, but she’s mine!”
 
“Look,” Mark said, “This could be a good thing.”
 
“Man, what are you talking about?” Kevin’s face and body language would have terrorized a Navy Seal.
 
“You don’t know what’s going on.  Just think positive.  She was
probably talking with a hotel employee about a weekend for the two of you. Steak, wine, long baths, the works.”
 
“How do you explain that she also saw them at a car dealership and
coming out of a bank?”
 
“Uh, they use the same bank, and she wanted his opinion on a car she’s buying for your birthday?” 
 
Kevin looked up and stared at Mark before saying, “Right. Very funny.”
 
“Look, man, I’m just trying to make you feel better.”
 
Just then Kevin’s cell phone gave its melodious announcement. “This is Trudy,” Kevin told Mark as he checked the caller ID.  “Yeah,” he spoke into the phone.
 
“Hi. Guess what?”
 
“I don’t feel like guessing.”
 
“What’s wrong with you?  Are you mad about something?”
 
“Just tell me what you want.”
 
“You won’t believe this, but I found out last week that I finally won a
big sweepstakes!  So much for the stamp money you complained about! I wanted to surprise you on your birthday, but I just couldn’t wait.  James from work went with me to get the car you’ve been wishing for!  We had to stop by the bank first to deposit money from work, but then we went to the travel agency in the Hilton, and he helped me line up a trip for us to Hawaii!  I’m so excited I just couldn’t wait any longer to tell you!”
 
Air exploded from Kevin’s lungs and sprayed beer over the coffee table and across the room.
 
“Kevin?  Kevin?  Can you hear me?  Kevin!”
 
 
AUTHOR'S BIO:

I have always enjoyed writing. My first published work, a flash
fiction, will appear in another  e-zine in July.  I also have a short work of fiction that is looking for a publisher.  Retirement is quickly approaching with lots of time for activities I enjoy, including writing.
 
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