Dead Roses

A short story

“Where were you when your phone was ringing?” He thundered the moment she stepped inside.

“Obim…I…” Why was it this time that her tongue decided to cease?

“You what? You know what? I am done with your rubbish! You wayward creature. I don’t know where my mother picked you from but, …”

“Jidenna, I would take every insult from you, but I won’t take this one. Why would you call me wayward? Why? Why? I just…”

“Why won’t I?! You said you were going to the store an hour ago. If you are not a whore, why would a 10 minutes journey take you one hour?”

“Well, maybe if you were man enough, I wouldn’t have to go about looking for who to satisfy me.”

“What did you just say?”

“Exactly what a who…” She didn’t know how his hand came flying from where he stood. All she knew was his right hand struck her face, and her eyes started to spin. That was the last thing she remembered.

“Sometimes?” Tunde asked her. He was one of her colleagues, the one who swears that if he had met her before her husband did, he would have married her.

“Yes, he is good sometimes.”

“Maria sometimes is not good enough for you. You deserve a man that would treat you right all the time,” he…