Last Time with Millicent: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2011/11/11/cinnamon-girl/
Being obsessively neat, poison was the most fitting way for Millicent Stingley to kill. She knew what she was coming with her boyfriend, Trever Jones. Millicent hadn’t been the best girlfriend, but she thought she had been good enough. Lately, Trever had been distant. He’d made friends with a younger woman who had moved in above him. That hurried the inevitable.
An intelligent and talented chemist, Millicent mixed chemical compounds in her bathroom laboratory. She put them inside beige capsules and white syringes. She showered, picked out the best black cocktail dress for her long legs and curvy hips, then spent almost an hour with her makeup. As she finished, her cell phone vibrated. She read the text message while painting her lips bright red..
“Just meet me at the restaurant.”
She shook her head and said into the vanity;
“The least you could have done, Trever, is treat me right one last time.”
Millicent arrived at Sunset’s at 7:30pm. Trever was already seated. She saw him texting. He had rarely texted during most of their three years together. After the younger woman moved in, two months ago, he texted often.
She kissed him at the table. It was void of warmth. The conversation was as dry as the chardonnay they ordered. Soon, Millicent had enough. Her chocolate eyes narrowed. The low ironic light caught tiny shines in her brown hair.
“Just tell me why you kissed my mouth like you wished it were someone else’s.”
A numbness swept over Millicent’s body when Trever’s face hardened and he spoke.
“I think I’m done. I want to call things off.”
She bit her bottom lip until blood formed in her teeth. He touched her hand across the table.
“I’m sorry, but this is how I feel.”
For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, Kurt challenged me with “”Our bodies were laid out. They were laid for fifteen yards. And two feet above each of our heads was a fly trapped in a jar.” -Isaac Brock, “Fly Trapped in a Jar.”" and I challenged Tara Roberts with “”We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year” – Pink Floyd”