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She took the last sip from her Margarita and stared at the vastness of the sea.

“Hope you’re alright Mrs. Hempsey?”

“It’s just Nina now Victor, and yes I’m doing fine. Thank you.”

“Very well Mrs.. um.. Miss Nina. Mr. Hempsey and you have been our most generous customers over the years. Tragic what happened to him last year. We weren’t sure you’d revisit our resort after…. after what happened.”

She brushed her hair off her face and turned again to the sea. “We visited this place every year, Victor. I just had to come.”

“I understand madam. Can I get you anything to make your stay more comfortable?”

She handed him the empty glass and smiled. “I’ll let you know if there’s anything else, but for now a refill would do.”

“Very well, madam.”  He bowed and left.

Her eyes searched for the spot in the sea. The spot where her husband met with the accident while sailing and died.

The accident involving her smack him in the head and dumping him to drown.

“Hope you rot in hell, bastard”, she murmured.

Ever since I took the red pill, life's been an ongoing mission to find out how deep this rabbit hole goes. I'm mostly harmless, unless... arrgh... unless you do THAT!
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  • BandE

    Good one, Aniket. Here’s to Mrs. Hempsey!

    • http://foolishnessofthings.blogspot.com Aniket

      Thanks, Bruce. I guess, I owe this one to all the Sidney Sheldon’s I read as a teenager. Guilty pleasures. ;)