Saturday Story 2025 #21 (Better You)
Something new on my Patreon. Synopsis below:
Tim has long suspected his wife is cheating on him, but the truth is far more surprising (and terrifying) than he could have ever imagined.
This is an expansion of the flash fiction piece with the same title, written back in 2019. It’s an MF tale with some dark sci-fi elements. Please enjoy.
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An excerpt is available below:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/129796351
Tim Walker stuck his head out of the window like a dog and honked the horn. “Move, God damn it!” he barked at the two almost identical vehicles blocking the passageway. Fuck, why couldn’t he have a single day without having to deal with assholes who shouldn’t be allowed to be behind a wheel.
Tim slammed his foot on the accelerator, tires screeching as he peeled out of the parking lot. He mashed the horn again, yelling obscenities at the slower vehicles in front of him. What the hell was taking them so long? Every second wasted meant more time for Marie to lie to him.
The highway blurred past, trees whipping by in a green smear outside his window. Tim gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, jaw clenched tight. Betrayal burned through his veins like acid. After all these years, all they’d been through together… had she really thrown it all away? For some worthless prick?
Marie was a geneticist, one of the best in the country. From the moment they met, he knew she was way smarter than he would ever be, but that never impeded their relationship. They hit it off in all the right ways from the start, or at least that’s how he remembered it. The thought of everything ending in betrayal made him sick.
He swerved around a lumbering semi, almost clipping the trailer in his haste. The truck’s horn blared, but Tim didn’t spare it a glance. Nothing mattered now except getting home and confronting his wife. Making her confess what she’d done.
Tim punched the gas again, the speedometer climbing higher and higher. The faster he went, the more impatient he grew. Tires squealed as he whipped into their neighborhood, gravel spraying up from beneath the wheels.
He stomped on the brakes right in front of their house, the car lurching to a stop with a bone-jarring thud. Hands shaking with fury and dread, Tim flung open his door and stormed up to the front steps. Whatever excuses Marie had waiting for him would be lies – meaningless fabrications woven by a deceitful bitch intent on destroying what little remained of their marriage.(…)
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