The Trouble With Lily pt 1

Lily couldn’t believe her eyes. Why did she decide to walk down this alley? She never took this alley home, it was dark, and always crowded with parked cars. What compelled her to follow that stupid kitten, now safely tucked up in her bag wrapped in her winter scarf, out of the snow. Sure, the alley was brighter with all the fresh snow, so it didn’t seem as dangerous as it usually did in the dark, but damn it to hell, she wished she had never come this way.

There, in the snow dusted red Camry, was her husband Lucien, and some woman who wasn’t her. The woman was blonde, with smeared red lips parted in passion, her blouse unbuttoned revealing her very red and lacy bra. Lucien was suckling her nipple through the lace. Lily didn’t remember picking up the rock, but she must have done so, she thought, as she screamed and hurled the rock at the windshield where her husband’s head was. Had the glass not been there, he’d surely have been hit square on.

As the rock hit the windshield, Lily brought up her phone and initiated the camera and took several pictures as the couple in the car reacted and both the faces shown clearly. The look on Lucien’s face would have been comical to Lily, had he not been her husband. The blonde was screaming and crying at the same time, Lucien had apparently been so startled by the rock that he bit her and drew blood. Lily, disgusted at the scene before her, turned on her heel and stormed off. She could hear the car door open, and Lucien calling her name. She refused to stop for him. She kept going. Where? She had no clue.