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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner:  “Cheater, cheater . . .Oh Baby.” #amwriting #fiction


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” You never do anything halfway,” Lorna complained. “I used to think how wonderful it was that you were so committed to your research. Then, I realized you were so focused on it, everything and everyone else in your life became second place.” 

“That’s not true,” Kostos said. “I always took you out to various events I had to attend. I spent Sunday’s with you and our boys whenever I could. I’m positive we went on family vacations.”

Lorna sighed. “You don’t get it Kostos. You gave your family scraps, not the main focus of your attention.”

“I was discovering new ways to cure cancer. It’s a vital job and it takes a huge effort directing those technicians and researchers working under me, and securing more funding and grants. There were speeches to be made and proposals to be filled out. What’s more significant than curing cancer?” 

Lorna didn’t know how to maker her husband of thirty-years understand her anymore. She gazed past Kostos to her stunning blue pet parrot. Her friend of many years, Oliver. She wished it was only her and Oliver now.

“Don’t make me out to be the bad guy Kostos. I never kept you from your work. I supported you, accompanying you to all your events. I watched you spend time with strangers, more than you did your own kids.”

“What I don’t understand is where you were inbetween, when you weren’t at work, at meetings, home, or even at the gym. So many times I called to talk to you, to meet up with you as we used to do. But in the last ten-years, most every time I called, Jane would tell me you were out.” Lorna remarked.

“What are you accusing me of?” 

There was silence but for Oliver who drew himself up and squawked,  “Cheater, cheater. Oh baby, oh Simone. Cheater, cheater. If only I’d married you Simone. Cheater, cheater.” 

Lorna stared at Kostos, eyes wide, ” You brought Simone, your colleague here? To our home?”

“No, I wouldn’t cheat . . .”

“Cheater, cheater. Leaving Lorna for Simone. Cheater, cheater.” Oliver parroted.

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16 thoughts on “Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner:  “Cheater, cheater . . .Oh Baby.” #amwriting #fiction”

    1. That’s awful, the police don’t take it seriously. They were probably some pretty awful words. And I believe they had to have been said in such a way that the parrot picked up on them. Hope the police listen. Thanks for reading and sharing 🙂

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    1. Lol. Glad you thought so Jenn. It’s just, this guy Kostos thinks he’s so fantastic because he’s researching cancer cures, but he’s not the descent guy he likes to think he is. I believe Lorna will be much happier without him. Her and Oliver get on fine 😀

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      1. Aw, my grandma had birds, I didn’t like them, they scared me when I was little. But I do remember having love birds in school who were quite cute and nice. Thanks girl your thoughts and reading JR 🙂

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    1. Haha yep. I don’t know if birds can actually do this, but he was looking out for his Mom, so to speak. I don’t the parrot and Kostos every really clicked 🙂 Thank you for reading and commenting PJ 🙂

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