Ill See You In The Morning 4 750 Words

I know I was not going to do another George Anderson February Sucks themed story. But when this scenario popped into my head at the usual 03:00 in the morning it just fitted so well into this scenario, and it didn't fit in anything else I have planned and I wanted to use it.

So let's get this one out of the way, I have 2 more

750's

to publish.

Oxford English dictionaries define fiction as "something that is invented or untrue". Please do not tell me 'It would not happen like that'. Because you are right. It probably would not. This is fiction, so do not complain it is not real. If you want realism, please watch a documentary or the news. Some news channels anyway.

One of the dislikes of 750 word stories is you cannot fit the complete story in so 'I will see you in the morning 4 FTDS' will be published the following day.

I watched as the Cherry Red Ferrari shot out of the car park carrying my wife away with it. The bouncer holding me back released his hand from my chest and said. "Sorry mate."

I turned and went back inside the club, the club my wife, Linda, had just left with local football celebrity Marcus Vale.

I made my way back to the table where my former friends were sitting, past two of Vale's team mates who had tripped me up as I tried to chase after him and my wife.

Dee reached out to me. "Jim, it's just one night, she'll be back with you for the rest of your life."

"Don't touch me you evil bitch."

"Don't talk to my wife like that." Dave said.

"I will talk to the bitch who helped Linda ruin our marriage anyway I wish. Would you sit there so calmly if it was your wife driving off to spend the night with Vale?"

He looked down.

Dee carried on unfazed. "Jim, she'll be home tomorrow and you can carry on as if nothing happened." The woman was demented.

"She might or might not come home, but I will not be there." With that, I turned and walked away.

I heard Dee shout. "Jim, please don't do anything you'll regret."

At that moment in time there was very little in this world I would regret doing.

I made my way to my car. I took a shortcut across the grass and had to step over the chain fence.

Starting the car, doing something close to normal I felt a surprising calm. As I drove from the carpark I had an idea for revenge on Vale. I stopped and started collecting the lengths of chains that separated the road from the verge. I managed to get ten two meter lengths before I heard a shout. I jumped in the car and drove off.

Next stop the local park and another ten lengths plus a big hook.

Getting home I made my preparations, wrote emails, packed some bags, did some googling and printing. Looking at my air pistol, I wondered how much damage a pellet to the eye would do.

It was not difficult to join all the lengths of chain together. I walked them out to the big old oak tree at the end of our drive.

I took my bags out with me, sat behind the tree and waited.

I will miss the kids.

Unsurprisingly Vale drove up my drive behind my car. I stepped out from behind the tree. Through the back window of the Ferrari, I saw Vale lean across to Linda going for a kiss. She held her hand up and stopped him.

Dragging the chain I got down behind the car. It was difficult but I managed to hook the chain around a sub-frame member. I retreated behind the tree. I heard a door close and the car reverse out of my drive. I stepped out to watch. Linda was walking up our path, not looking back. Vale paused, the engine screamed, I think he was using Launch mode. The Cherry Red Ferrari took off. The engine and gearbox got about thirty yards and stopped, the rest of the car did not. The oak tree did not move. An almighty scream of torn metal met my ears. The front of the Ferrari spun round so Vale was looking at his engine. I went and stood beside Linda, her hands flew to her mouth. Looking at me she said. "What have you done?"

I was amazed. "What have

I

done?"

With that, I took our marriage certificate out of my pocket, held it up in front of her and tore it in half just like the Ferrari. Taking an envelope out of my pocket I opened it and put the torn marriage certificate and my wedding ring in and gave it to her. She would find divorce papers in there as well.

I picked up my bags and walked away. As I passed Vale, I pulled out a replica air pistol, pointed it at his head and said. "Don't shag married women."

I could smell where he pissed himself. I pulled the trigger and a jet of air hit his face and I smelt the shit. I tossed the air pistol into his car, I could get another one. I was hoping I could get another woman.

I walked on heading for the local police station to hand myself in.

I don't believe Ferraris have subframes, they are a monocoque construction but it was all I could fit in. I know some models have launch mode.