Sweet Sin
© all rights reserved to Monica P 2012
May walked to the front gate. She had thought she had heard a car. She heard the drill on the road. However the road was empty. May smelled the air. It seemed crisp. Whatever taint of petrol had been spilled in the atmosphere was gone. She smelt nothing but lilies.
“I thought it was him;” she muttered in a sour tone as she thought of her freshly left husband Max who had picked up her child and said he was going to leave.
She hadn't cared much about it at the time. She didn't want to look at him until he had shaven. He had considered it an insult and had given up. He had wanted her to love his new style, and she told him to go out with a bear. He had picked up the child and left. She had sulked but not cried.
“Well maybe he has gone;” said May as she shrugged. “Gone, and I am alone;” she muttered before she looked to the house next door and saw the neighbour at their door as they picked up the paper.
May waved as the neighbour waved. She didn't know much about him other then he had a nice front yard. She heard he worked as a business manager, however other then that she didn't know him. She hadn't ever seen a woman at the front door, and so she thought him as single or a divorcee. She didn't really care about it at all. She had always had her husband however he was not around.
May wondered if she could sleep with the neighbour. She began to think about it, but she shook her head. She moved inside and let the trail of thought go. She didn't like him in that special way. She had rather go to a bar and pick up an Elvis impersonator, who had a lot of love and drugs. She smiled.