Mid-Week Flash Challenge - Week 82

This week's photo prompt is of white Tulips taken by Olay Seven, a Turkish photograph from Istanbul. He has taken these from a few angles. You can check out his instagram page here.

Such a light-hearted picture, but I couldn't possibly go that way now, could I? In fact this little story is the background story for one of my side characters in my novel, Sleep, which I hope to publish next year. A few of my beta readers will probably be able to identify who it belongs to.

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What Goes Around Comes Around

Ha, white tulips, I should have known, they are her favourite after all. Burying me in them is no surprise. When the sun opens them right up, they look rather stunning from this angle.

She managed it then. She did warn me should would one day. It always made me laugh. I didn’t think she had it in her. Seems I was wrong. I thought I’d kept her in her place. I did all the things those guys on the forum said, let her know who was boss, didn’t let her get above her station - but she blind-sided me with the kids. I hadn’t seen that coming. I thought they knew their place too. It seems I wasn’t clear enough. I just wasn’t always in the mood to discipline them. I was tired when I got home from work.

Huh, work. They’ll be wondering where I am now. At least I won’t have to work with that dipshit Trevor anymore. God I hated him. He was such a smartarse, and always sticking his nose in where it wasn’t wanted. It was probably someone like him who gave her ideas about how to do it. She couldn’t possibly have thought it up on her own. She really wasn’t that clever. I mean look, she got the kids involved too; some mother, some wife!  

But I didn’t think they’d have the guts either. Just goes to show you can never be too careful. Can’t even trust your own blood. I wasn’t surprised Roger helping his mum; he’s always been a mummy’s boy. I’ve never been able to cure him of that, no matter how much I tried. And he’s grown pretty big since hitting teenage. I struggle to control him sometimes – not that I let him know that. And I suppose Jerod would follow his big brother into anything. But little Louise? She was so pretty, so sweet, always giving her dad a little something and keeping her mouth shut about it. I never imagined she’d turn on me too.

Just goes to show. You can’t trust women, no matter their age.

What’s that noise? Are those sirens? Someone’s clocked that I’m not at work and that something’s gone down. Or did someone hear it? I put up a fight. I didn’t go down easy. The house must be a mess. Broken stuff and blood - blood’s hard to get rid of. Oh she’ll be in trouble now. I wish I was there to see her go down.

Karma’s a bitch – just like my wife.