Flash fiction entry under 300 words.
|"This tastes terrible!"
He stood quickly, his legs knocking the chair backwards.
"What is this crap?" He added.
He took the plate and dumped the food onto the floor.
"Maybe the dog will eat it." He yelled, the volume of his voice growing louder with each word.
The color drained from her face. She had been standing, as always, making sure he had everything he wanted before she sat down to eat. She stepped back towards the sink.
The kitchen was small and it took only two strides for him to come face to face with her. She could smell the stale odor of sweat mixed with greasy breath and she cowered, expecting the fist.
"I'm going out," he said, the words spitting from his mouth along with a fine mist of saliva. He turned to leave and as she straightened he swung around and slapped her across the face.
He walked out, the front door slamming as he left. Only then did she allow herself to cry, not from the pain, she had felt much worse, but from the feeling of hopelessness building in her chest.
He was gone for two nights.
When he finally came home, it was evening and she had ordered lasagne from his favorite restaurant.
He strode into the house, a smile on his face as though all was right with the world.
"What's for dinner?" He asked
"Lasagne from Gino's."
He sat down at the table and she served him his food. She stood, as usual, waiting for him to begin.
"Delicious," he said, "why can't you cook like this?"
She smiled and glanced up at the cabinet that held the cereal and, oh yes, the rat poison too.
"Glad you like it," she said.