Prompt for August 24, 2016

Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following opening:

She looked at the keycard in her hand. So easy to get. A smile for the young man at the front desk, a little bit of flirting and mere moments later a ‘replacement’ card for the room key that she never lost. A key for a room she had not seen, for a room she hadn’t even known existed until the hotel called explaining that the credit card had been declined.

He was here, two days after he had supposedly left for Seattle where the meeting was supposed to be held. He was here, not ten miles from home, in a hotel room, a nice hotel room, with a Mrs. Radison. But she was Mrs. Radison and had been for over ten years. So, naturally, she gave the hotel a new credit card number and after they confirmed that it was valid they apologized for any inconvenience that they may have caused. Inconvenience? Is that what it was called these days when the wife is asked to pay for the hotel room that her husband is having an affair in? An inconvenience?

The anger in her rose as she walked down the hall, the red in her face still eclipsed by the daring red dress that she had put on prior to coming down to the Honeymoon Suite. If she was going to confront them she wanted to let him know what he was missing, know what he had left behind. The stilettoes were silent as she approached the room, the plush carpeting absorbing the sound of her approach. “Like a fucking ninja,” she thought, her anger ratcheting up another notch.

And then she was in front of the door, the door to the honeymoon suite. She looked at the key card in her hand and then at the door. There was still time to turn back, there was still time to pretend this never happened, to go back to the way things were. As the thought passed her mind she shook her head. Her mother had done that and had lived with the pain for the rest of her life. She wasn’t going to lie down and let him screw her over, she was going to fight back. She was going to make sure that he regretted it.

With a quick swipe she unlocked the door and pushed it open, entering the luxurious suite as both a stranger and a resident. The sounds from the bathroom let her know where the ‘lucky couple’ was located and her lip curled in disgust. As she glanced at the coffee table in the middle of the living room she saw the bucket holding the champagne and suddenly she knew what she had to do. With quick decisive steps, she went to the table, poured herself a glass and sat down on the sofa. Her legs crossed she sat looking at the bedroom door and waited, a small smile on her lips as she thought of what he would do when he saw her. At that thought, the shower stopped running and she could hear two people laughing softly and drying off.

Show time.

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