The Divorce Epiphany

short story, fiction, relationgships, divorce, Modern PhilosopherAllie awoke with a start, as if suddenly coming to after a horrific nightmare.

Although she was in bed, and it was the middle of the night, it was not a bad dream that had roused her from her slumber.

It had been her own thoughts.

An epiphany.

“I want a divorce,” she said.

She stared up at the ceiling and awaited a reply.  When her only response was low, steady breathing from the other side of the bed, Allie turned on the lamp on her nightstand.

“I want a divorce,” she repeated.

This time, a little louder.  And in the direction of the words’ intended target.

Rob slowly opened his eyes.

Still mostly asleep, he tried to make sense of the situation.

“Did you say something?” he mumbled because his mouth was not quite awake, causing the words to have difficulty escaping.

“I want a divorce,” she informed him.

She sat up in bed, making sure to pull up the sheet to cover herself.

He looked past her at the digital clock next to her lamp.

It revealed that it was 3:13.

short story, fiction, relationgships, divorce, Modern Philosopher“Can’t this wait until a more decent hour?” he grumbled and then closed his eyes.

Allie’s green eyes widened in disbelief.

“Are you kidding me right now?” she demanded and then yanked out the pillow from beneath his head.

She hurled it halfway across the room.

He opened his eyes and stared up at her intently.

“Why are you telling me this?” he asked.

“Why am I telling you that I want a divorce?” she shot back at him, her voice a mix of confusion, anger, and homicidal rage.

He paused to make sure she was finished, afraid to talk over her when she was like this.

“Shouldn’t you be telling your husband?” he clarified.

Allie narrowed her eyes and then turned turned away from him.  Choosing instead to focus her icy glare on something at the foot of the bed.

“You would bring him up right now,” she growled and closed her eyes.

A single tear rolled down her cheek as if on command.

He sat up, not bringing the sheet with him, to reveal a well toned and tanned chest.

“Look, it’s not like we ever really talk much,” he tried to offer an explanation.  “All we normally do is.  Well…”

He looked down at his bare chest and then longingly over at her naked shoulders.

“I get it,” she sighed.  “I’m just a distraction.  A warm body whose life doesn’t interest you.

He cringed at the comment and the realization that he’d hurt her.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he studied her beautiful face.  “We don’t talk about our lives outside of this room when we’re together.  I didn’t know how to react.”

He reached out to touch her shoulder and comfort her, but even with her eyes closed, she sensed his approach and slapped him away.

“Don’t you dare try to touch me,” she warned and finally opened her eyes.  “I open up to you, and all you care about is how the timing of it interfered with your sleep.  Well I promise I won’t ever wake you up again because this is the last time we’ll share a bed.”

All the color quickly drained from his face.

short story, fiction, relationgships, divorce, Modern Philosopher“Please.  You can’t punish me for catching me so off guard.  I’m begging you…”

She glared back at him.

Her silence her answer to his pleading eyes.

“And, cut!” shouted the Director from the foot of the bed.  Wild applause drowned out whatever was said next as the Director walked over to Allie’s side of the bed with a huge smile on his face.

The lights came up to reveal the crew, the producers, the writers, and the network suits who had all been silently watching the action.

“That was perfect, guys,” he told his actors.  “Let’s break for lunch, and we come back, we’ll shoot some coverage, and then maybe do one more take if that’s okay?”

Allie and Rob nodded their agreement as they get out of the bed.  Allie’s assistant handed her a robe to put on over the revealing outfit she was wearing under the covers to fool the audience into thinking she was naked.

“That was awesome, Allie,” the assistant assured her boss as she handed her a bottle of water and some new script pages.  “No one is ever going to see that coming!”

“I’m going to my trailer to study these,” Allie explained as she held up the pages and took a long sip of water.

The assistant nodded and vanished into the crowded set as Allie walked past the camera and the busy crew without another word.

Once in her trailer, Allie sat down on the couch and let out a huge sigh.  Happy with her performance, she allowed herself a slight smile, and then quickly turned her attention to the new pages.

There was a knock on the door, and then it quickly opened to reveal a man with a giant bouquet of roses.

“Happy Anniversary, darling!” he gushed as he quickly crossed over to the couch to greet his wife.  “I’m told you were absolutely brilliant.  I’m sorry I missed it, but I’m not exactly a huge fan of watching you in bed with another man.  Even if millions of people tune in every Thursday night to see just that.”

short story, fiction, relationgships, divorce, Modern PhilosopherHe kissed her and handed her the roses.

Allie studied them for a moment and then looked up at her husband.

“I want a divorce,” she told him and then placed the roses next to her on the couch.

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About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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28 Responses to The Divorce Epiphany

  1. ksbeth says:

    yikes! nice twists –

  2. Sadah says:

    Nicely penned.

  3. kkatch22 says:

    Awesome! I didn’t see the first one coming, didn’t see the second (it being filmed), was anticipating the last. Awesome!!!

    • Austin says:

      I’m glad you liked it and that the story kept you a little off balance. 🙂

      • kkatch22 says:

        I guess after getting zinged twice I was looking for the next one. Really great work!

      • Austin says:

        Here’s my thought process on that last twist (for those of you curious as to how my mind works): Perhaps Allie the actress was able to perform so well in the scene because she knew she wanted to ask her husband for a divorce in real life.

        Additionally, perhaps Allie the wife finally had the courage to tell her husband she wanted a divorce, on their anniversary no less, because the scene went so swell and she got such a rousing ovation from those watching.

        A twist within a twist? 🙂

      • kkatch22 says:

        That’s exactly what I was thinking. That her real tear was because it was a real feeling.

      • Austin says:

        I’m hoping that the story really makes the reader thing. After all, the blog is about promoting Deep Thoughts. 🙂

      • kkatch22 says:

        Love it! Can’t wait to read more!

      • Austin says:

        Did you read The Blind Date, the one I wrote two Saturdays ago? I also recommend The Bookstore Conundrum. 🙂

      • kkatch22 says:

        I must have missed them if I didn’t comment!! 🙄. Will read them tonight once I get back home!!! Thanks!!

      • Austin says:

        I hope you enjoy them. The Bookstore one is from a few years ago, but one of my faves.

  4. adamjasonp says:

    Excellent writing. 🙂

  5. markbialczak says:

    Good short, Austin. I could picture a TV series with several of your vignettes making up an episode, like they used to do in the good, old days.

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