The Lime
Tap, tap, tap. His heavy foot slapped against the carpeted floor of ‘The Mexico’, a local restaurant in town. His lips parted as he sighed out to a passing waitress. “How long is my order going to take?! The fish is already dead when you get it!”
His never ending lack of patients grew stronger each passing moment. Nearly fifteen minutes after placing his order, his authentic Mexican meal of fish tacos was placed before him.
He wasn’t eating out as a treat or because he had forgotten to pack his lunch that day. No. He was eating out because, well, his wife had kicked him out.
His inner green monster had come out to play when his of only three months invited a male-co-worker, one he had never met. His mind raged on in worry that the new man would whisk her away. If only he knew that the man’s luring ways weren’t what he should worry about but were his acidic, bitter moments. He wasn’t the nicest man if you asked his wife.
Thoughts of squeezing the co-workers throat rushed along his mind as he squeezed the last bit of acidic juice from the green lime.
His never ending lack of patients grew stronger each passing moment. Nearly fifteen minutes after placing his order, his authentic Mexican meal of fish tacos was placed before him.
He wasn’t eating out as a treat or because he had forgotten to pack his lunch that day. No. He was eating out because, well, his wife had kicked him out.
His inner green monster had come out to play when his of only three months invited a male-co-worker, one he had never met. His mind raged on in worry that the new man would whisk her away. If only he knew that the man’s luring ways weren’t what he should worry about but were his acidic, bitter moments. He wasn’t the nicest man if you asked his wife.
Thoughts of squeezing the co-workers throat rushed along his mind as he squeezed the last bit of acidic juice from the green lime.