Kara stumbled off the escalator after her sandal caught the last step. She regained her balance and dropped the Macy’s bags at her feet. With her hand that didn’t touch the escalator, she rummaged through her purse for hand sanitizer and squeezed a generous amount into her palm. The tightness in her chest let up as she rubbed the gel into her skin. Ryan always said I was an OCD freak.
Kara frowned. She didn’t know why he still invaded her thoughts. She signed the divorce papers last month, granting his wish. Minutes later, she stood at the end of the Paradise Bakery line. A man laughed nearby and her heart twisted; he sounded just like Ryan. Kara’s gaze tracked the noise.
A brunette with long, shiny hair sat across from Ryan, her hand resting on his. The woman tossed her head back and laughed. Becky! Before the divorce, she’d been a close friend. Kara teetered like the last indecisive bowling pin of a strike.
“Are you okay?” A man reached out and steadied her.
Kara couldn’t answer.
Ryan and Becky leaned in toward each other. Kara leaned on the stranger’s arm.
The man guided her forward. “You’re next.”
Kara tore her stare away and ordered. “I’ll have a turkey sandwich on wheat and a small- no make that a large- Coke.” In that split-second, she decided to take radical action.
She paid the cashier and grabbed her sandwich and Coke. She squared her shoulders in feigned confidence and approached their table, waiting for them to notice her. It took several seconds- Ryan looked first. Kara enjoyed the slack-jawed stares from her two exes.
“I-it’s not what you think,” Becky said.
Kara smiled and raised her Coke. She paused and looked at both of them. Finally, she lowered her drink and shook her head. “I forgive you.”
She left, satisfied that she did something extreme and saved her drink. Today, Coke was sweeter than revenge.
Tomorrow may be a different story.
This is my entry in the weekly Trifecta writing prompt challenge and it’s inspired by forgiveness. Our pastor compared not forgiving to drinking rat poison and then yelling at the rat to die. I know forgiveness is best, but sometimes the temptation for revenge is strong. (Just like I know I shouldn’t eat Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups for breakfast, but I’ve been known to do it anyway :))
This week, we were asked to us “radical” as defined below in a 33 to 333 word response (my came in at 333 words.)
RADICAL (adjective): a : very different from the usual or traditional : extreme
b : favoring extreme changes in existing views, habits, conditions, or institutions
c : associated with political views, practices, and policies of extreme change
d : advocating extreme measures to retain or restore a political state of affairs <the radical right>
If you’d like to give the challenge a try, click on the tricycle picture to view Trifecta’s site and the complete instructions.
As always, thanks for reading!