She walked out into the night air knowing it could be the last time. She was going to put an end to it and move as far away as she could. It was over, she knew it, but would he let her go. The air was bitter against her cheeks for a June night, but she couldn’t stop now, “not now” was all she thought.

***

Now it would stop. She waited for a car to pass and then crossed over to Second Street. Feeling in her pocket, the gun was ready. He was there, leaning on the lamp post as usual talking to his low-life friends. He didn’t even turn around when she walked up.
“What you want?” Jimmy asked.
“Nothing. I just have this for you,” she said and handed him the divorce papers.

***

As usual he drew back his hand and was ready to hit her when she pulled the 22 caliber out of her pocket. He laughed and swung at her. She ducked and hit him in the leg with the first bullet.

***

She arrived at home a little after midnight and knew he wouldn’t be there yet. She made sure all the doors were locked and then climbed into the cab that was waiting for her. She told the driver, “Drive by Second and Main, please.” She was curious to see if he was still standing there bleeding. As they drove through the intersection, she smiled and leaned back...

Back to Main Page