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Andrea Is A Cow

I always find that many short stories lack a purpose and are totally unsatisfying, that's why mine always have fun endings. It's a short story, a flash fic. It will take 5 minutes to read and review. Let me know:)

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'For Pete's Sake' Katherine muttered in frustration as the lid to her well-worn, frayed suitcase snapped shut, the closing devices locking it firmly in place.
Carelessly dropping the clothes in her arms to the floor, she reopened the bag simultaneously cursing her situation.
Katherine Forbes and her untrustworthy husband David Forbes were moving again.
The town Katherine has quickly come to love would soon be nothing more than a cross on the map, a place she'd never be able to return too.
The thought played on her mind, as much as she had attempted to push is aside and avoid feeling the helplessness that always accompanied a move, she couldn't do it. This time was different, however, she didn't feel helpless, she felt angry. Very angry.
After all, this inconvenient and potentially destructive move was not through any fault of hers. It was through the fault of the 'wonderful' mousy-brown haired, hairy legged Andrea. Katherine didn't intend to be unreasonable but the witch was a narcissistic, megalomaniacal, capriously malevolent tyrant. An egotistic, pretentious, backstabbing bitch. A fat, ugly, stupid cow.
Katherine screamed lividly as a short black skirt creeped out from underneath the pile of pale blues and pastel pinks.
'It's Andrea's' she explained out loud to no one in particular before cringing in embarrassment at the memory that accompanied it, the look of digust on Mira's face.

Katherine had finally scored herself a ticket to the town's book club meeting where Mira and her posse of high class, intelligent, independent woman gathered and discussed everything under the sun- excluding books.
'Katherine, dear' Mira had smiled 'I saw Robert down at Chanel the other day'
The girls giggled half-heartedly before looking a Katherine with envy.
'He bought the most gorgeous A-line pleated black wool skirt, one of a kind, isn't someone a lucky girl, then?'
Katherine's muscles tensed up, she had never received that skirt. There was jealous mumbling all around until the woman on the left said 'I saw that skirt on the fake-haired, hairy legged circus freak'
As Mira turned back to face Katherine, sporting the look that has burned itself into her memory, Katherine could literally feel the panic begin in her toes and crawl up her body. The air was so intense that she had even felt that their disgust and horror was tangible and had she reached out, she may have been able to crush it with her palms.
So now thanks to Andrea, the next day Katherine had to book immediate plane tickets out of the state.

Sighing in exasperation, as she flung the offending skirt into a black rubbish bad Katherine felt a weak smile break through the tears she was now choking on. The one good thing about the while situation was her husband. For all that was ghastly about Andrea, she sure made David happy. He'd started coming home with roses and had even begun singing Pink Floyd songs in the shower again.
While the thought was mildly comforting it also distressed Katherine to no end and before she could take another breath the tears were rolling down her face.

'Darling?' David stepped into the room cautiously; he held a small cardboard box protectively in his arms. 'I know you loved this town but I promise I'll make the next one the last'
How many times had Katherine heard that line...
'Really, take a look' David showed his wife the box labeled 'Andrea'. He pulled out a brunette wig and threw it into the rubbish bag.
'It'll just be you and me this time'

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