Fiction by Ashley Nicole Doerges
Honorable Mention for College Fiction - 2019 Met Awards
She picked the rosy red lipstick and then decided on the peachy nude instead. She grabbed the expensive lingerie from the pink striped bag and squeezed it on. She knew to wear this was truly only for the eyes before hitting the floor. It had only been a few hours since she had left his house covered in love when she had the idea. She spent the time she had to get ready perfecting her beauty for him. She wanted her hair to be nice even though she planned to be mostly in bed. She found a long thin cardigan that would wrap her surprise and completed her look with painful heels. She smiled at herself in the oval mirror before closing the door behind her as she went on her way.
Pulling into the driveway, the lights were all out and the grass was wet. Remembering she had perfume in her purse she searched for the purple bottle and then spritzed Love Spell on her neck and wrists before getting out of the car. She thought about how wild she was considering she never dared to do something like this before. Heading quietly into the house she left the jacket on the counter with her heels having decided the heels were too painful. She was already starting to turn slightly red in the face but excitedly walked through the dark of the home once hers. Suddenly, a woman’s bitter voice fired from the end of the dark hallway. Confusion rapidly pulsed through her mind and realization squeezed violently in her chest. She stood dripping in betrayal and then choked on her breath turning to leave. The sour woman was wearing closely as much as her in comparison to the sheer lingerie. The woman blared for an explanation as she darted through the darkness of the hallway. Without much thought, she decided it didn’t matter to expose the truth. Then he came down the hallway; she tried again to escape moving to leave. “Honey, she does stupid things like this trying to lure me; don’t be mad I would never do anything to hurt you,” he said to his sweet tarte. She could feel her heartbreaking into jagged shaped middle fingers. Her body wanted to vomit profanities and lash out what he deserved. With a soft voice, “You don’t understand. You can’t come here dressed like that and throw yourself at me. Why do you have to be crazy!?” he said. With apology flickering in his eyes he looked to his sugary candy standing with triumph by the door and for a moment it was quiet.
Her mind circled with anger like sharks in this bloody situation, wanting to attack by telling him how stupid she felt for forgetting the past. She wanted to predict that he would always regret this moment. Her mind incinerated painfully through the things she wanted to say and do in that moment of silence. She decided it didn’t matter to anyone in that room. She smiled, shook her head and said, “Goodbye, you Fuckwit.”