{"id":2503,"date":"2014-04-07T02:30:02","date_gmt":"2014-04-07T02:30:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/?p=2503"},"modified":"2014-04-08T22:55:56","modified_gmt":"2014-04-08T22:55:56","slug":"just-like-kurt-albert-splittorff","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/just-like-kurt-albert-splittorff\/","title":{"rendered":"Just Like That by Kurt Albert Splittorff"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Deliberation<\/a>
Deliberation by Mario Sanchez Nevado<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Just Like That<\/h1>\n

\u00a0by Kurt Albert\u00a0Splittorff<\/p>\n

Arriving like a crepe-soled creeper, Edgar tapped gently on the door and she, with a fake whiskey voice pretending to be Rochelle Simonette the french actress, would say “come in” and he would place a trinket on the bureau, sniffing her Vol de Nuit as it pinged against the ancient voices wrapped in the curtains and she would wiggle like a worm as he placed another gift beneath her nose and looking down saw his fat cock swinging.<\/p>\n

Roberta frowned on her way to the bath to get ready for her man whom she would dutifully dismiss with no more than a sneer if it were not for the gobs of money like stars falling into her private account, in Switzerland.<\/p>\n

And dutiful husband would appear. No animosity, it was all courtesy and hunger for money and flesh; the perfect marriage. “We’re not sleeping together. He has the sciatica and the limp dick, he’s down the hall in Missy’s old room and oh I am so upset Marguerite, this is a poor martini! Why do we continue?”<\/p>\n

“With the men, I know.”<\/p>\n

“No love, this restaurant. Should have gone to the new Avenida Grill.”<\/p>\n

“Who is Edgar seeing? Girl, boy or shemale?”<\/p>\n

Bobbie roared, “Oh, you are a charm!”<\/p>\n

“She is the devil”, Bobbie snorted while driving home. “Always has been. Tried to seduce Edgar when I cared, makes me bite my nails and want to smoke and I am talking to myself again.”<\/p>\n

She lit a menthol. She began to sob on the Hutchinson River<\/p>\n

Parkway. “Dr. Rosen? I want someone to feel me up like in high school without the fumbling and the frenzy and the faint smell of kishka; ‘I don’t want your mother Neil!’ He would laugh and hurry with such tiny feet for a man his size to the bath to gargle. I want a man I don’t care the age as long as he can hold his liquor, keep it up, tell his friends, oh hell at this point in life I demand it, a little gossip; ‘yeah, the broads’ alright Eugene, nice tits too’. Satisfy my needs at which Edgar has flopped and Marguerite in the friend department has flopped also; like I said, the devil.”<\/p>\n

She flicked her cigarette out the window like some punk and said, “just like that.” Bobbie stood in the study with a gin martini properly made, watching the world dissolve and her photos fade. “When the kid…” She wobbled a bit. “I would tickle Missy and would she giggle? Show her off, squeeze those luscious sausage legs in Macy’s. Oh Christ I would be up nights with joy and no money thinking about her and everyone stopping to goo-goo at the baby because it’s fun.”<\/p>\n

“Missy is gone before Edgar and I”, and looking to the photo of them in their red flannel shirts and squinting into the sunshine, “I think I will have one more martini. Just like that.”<\/p>\n

End<\/p>\n

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Kurt Albert Splittorff\u00a0lives in St. Petersburg, Florida.<\/p>\n

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