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Daily Flash Fiction Entries #434260 added June 17, 2006 at 11:42pm
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Just Between Us
Written for the "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" 
Prompt: A man gets trapped in an elevator with his ex-wife's "perfect" new boyfriend.
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Running late! Running late! Hold the damn door for me! Phew! Just in time.
“Hey, man, thanks…”
“No problem. Pleasure’s all mine.”
That megawatt smile. That cologne. The first time I smelled it was three months ago. It had sparked the final and most heated argument between Belinda and me – one that led to our quick and bitter divorce. Of course you could say other things had led up to that, but I have to thank Mr. Wonderful here for being the final straw.
To think I’d be standing in this cramped space with the son-of-a-bitch is enough to make me claustrophobic. Dear God! Isn’t this elevator going to come to a stop? I don’t care what floor just –
“Have I seen your face somewhere?” he suddenly asks, still smiling like he’s just won the jackpot. Sure he has. He’s got the only woman I ever loved in those well-manicured hands of his.
“No.”
“Oh.” He nods and begins to hum some song that’s popular with the teens these days. I can’t believe Belinda actually likes this guy.
“Actually, I think I do know.” He snaps his fingers. “Belinda’s ex!”
Yay. Someone give this guy a medal for having the intuition of a three-year-old.
“She’s great, you know.”
Of course she is! I married her, didn’t I? I don’t need you telling me that!
He sighs and runs fingers through his bleached blond hair. “I just wish I could find the guts to tell her that I’m bi.”
Wait…what?! He’s…bisexual?! That would explain a few…oddities.
The door opens and he dares to give me a wink. “My floor. Let’s just keep this a secret between us, ‘kay?”
Oh, you bet your secret is safe with me…for at least five minutes, because hearing Belinda pitch a fit is going to be music to my ears.
Word Count: 300
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