
When drunk, my wife Blaire could be a sexy vixen or a slutty bitch; tonight was definitely the latter.
Sprawled out on the deck of my boat ‘Mariposa’, Blaire slowly got to her feet and staggered toward me, one hand grasping the boat railing and the other a bottle of vodka.
“For fuck’s sake, James, why do you always have to wear that ridiculous outfit?” Blaire slurred. She drained the bottle, dropping it on the deck.
“This is proper nautical attire, darling, perfectly appropriate for every occasion” I replied. “But you don’t know the meaning of proper and appropriate. You’re all but falling out of your dress.”
Blaire ran her hands up and down her tanned body. “What’s wrong, Captain? Don’t you like the way I look? All the other men do” Blaire purred tauntingly.
“Darling, you’re such a drunken whore” I snarled and she reached up to slap my face. I grabbed her wrist and shoved her out of the way. She fell, hitting her head. Putting the boat in neutral I quickly checked on Blaire; she was dead. I adjusted her dress and looked around the boat making sure nothing was out of place.
Heading for the dock, I made a frantic call. “Mayday! Mayday! Emergency on board ‘Mariposa’!”
The police asked a few routine questions but it was obvious my wife had too much to drink; she lost her balance and fell. It happened so fast I couldn’t prevent it … even if I wanted to.
NAR © 2023
Once again I rise to the Unicorn Challenge hosted by Jenne Gray.
He got away with murder! 😁😉
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The drunk love match might just get what they deserve
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Somebody always ends up the worse for wear; you can count on that!
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Always true Nancy!!! 💞
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(With apologies for not reading earlier – big problems with my internet connection. Handed the problem over to the Unicorns, so I hope it’s fixed now!)
Oh yes, the kick is in that last phrase – ‘even if I’d wanted to…’ Nice one, Nancy.
And I had a delightful time looking up Mariposa and finding the origin of the name. Thanks for that too.
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No apologies necessary; glad the Unicorns came to your rescue!
I liked that last line too – a real clincher.
Mariposa, Farfalle, Papillon, Butterfly; a beautiful word in any language.
So glad you enjoyed the story.
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Drinks make many excuses, but your short story says so many things. Love it, Nancy!
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Exactly why I keep my drinking to a bare minimum. It doesn’t take much. Thanks for your insightful comments, KK!
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Always my pleasure 😊
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Damn!*
(Hey Ceayr! the second semi-obscure line for an old movie… cut it out, I be feeling more and more hypo-youthful when I get the reference without having to look it up!)
* a compliment on a story that grabs the Reader by the belt and drags them down the hallway to the staircase with the broken light fixture.**
** a sign of a good story is how inspiring it is to the Reader in the comments section.
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Thanks, Clark. I’ll gladly accept that “Damn!”
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‘…even if I wanted to’ tells us all we need to know about his feelings towards her.
With so many unfortunate events happening on boats this week, I’m glad I don’t go sailing!
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Exactly why I had to toss that in at the end.
Apparently sailing is to die for!
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Maybe he’ll get away with it!
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Oh, I’ve no doubt he’ll be just fine.
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😂😀
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You sure can pack a big story into a small space!
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Very nice compliment, Chris. Glad you enjoyed this one. ⛵️
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Oops, what a sorry accident 🙄
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Yes, wasn’t it though? 😉
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Yes such terrible time with the two of them. Anita
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It was rough sailing for them. Thanks, Anita.
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Loved your story.
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Thanks so much, Sighs! I’m really enjoying the Unicorn Challenge! 🦄
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Somethings are just meant to be.
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And sometimes our hand is forced. Thanks, Len.
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The first thing I thought of was Natalie Wood.
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Shhh, Misky! These “accidents” are all hush-hush.
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Me too Misky !
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Oh my goodness! Such skulduggery on the sailboat. They’re probably both happy without the other…unless she takes it up as notch and haunts him!!!
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Good grief, Liz! Those drunk ghosts are the worst!
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I’m not sure that ‘Like’ is appropriate here, Nancy, because if I show myself as a fan of uxoricide I’ll be getting pelters from the lady readers!
Not a lovable couple, I have to say.
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Good point, C.E. Pelting ladies can be quite dangerous.
Remind me if I ever need a Scrabble partner, you’re it!
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If you ever, Nancy, need a partner for anything…
You do know how to whistle, don’t you?
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Great story, Nancy. He has a perfect excuse, will most likely get away with it.💕🤣💕
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And if not then they’ll both get what they deserve!
Thanks, Grace ❣️
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Absolutely. Always welcome, dear Nancy 💕
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Well, that was quite an ending. Of course, by the time there is an autopsy, there will probably be a bruise on her wrist…
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Now stop that, D! You’d make a great detective! 😂
She sprained and bruised her wrist when she “fell”, obviously. 🤔
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Oh yes, probably got it caught on something…
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That’s the story and I’m sticking to it!
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