“I can’t get it. I give up!”
Andy stared at his wife. “After nineteen questions?”
“It’s impossible with you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Shirley smirked. “You should know.”
“Huh? How is 'belly button fluff' any harder than 'naked mole rat'?”
“See? It’s always a war with you – I’ll never win. You think of the most obscure topic.”
“You could’ve played along – for just one more question!”
“Played along? Forget nineteen questions; this was nineteen years – of hell!”
Shirley got up. Nineteen years. After nineteen years of marriage, a nineteen year old wisp of a girl had got between them. He didn’t know she knew. He liked to play games. He wouldn’t win this game. She wouldn’t let him.
Nineteen questions. Nineteen years of hell. A nineteen year old girl. Nineteen steps to the door.
“It was only one more question,” Andy yelled.
Only one more step. Shirley walked out the door. She shut it hard behind her.
Leilanie Stewart’s fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in Carillon, Monomyth, Blood Moon Rising, Wufniks, The Crazy Oik, Sarasvati, The Pygmy Giant, Linguistic Erosion, Stanley the Whale, The Neglected Ratio, The Absinthe Literary Review, Ariadne’s Thread and Mad Swirl. By day she runs a creative writing workshop for teenagers, and by night she writes and promotes her work at spoken word events. She currently lives in London with her husband, writer and poet, Joseph Robert. More about her writing can be found at www.leilaniestewart.wordpress.com