Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 4 ⅔

Yin and Yang

“Have you…have you come to tell your story?” She asked uncertainly, “you know what I am?”

“Yes, and I also know who you are, a woman who keeps her identity a secret even from friends, fear not, your secrets are still your own to tell, should you ever feel a need.” He paused as he heard her exhale, “shall I begin?”

“Are you sure about this?” She asked genuinely concerned.

Zachary smiled. “Yes, and even if I was not, your presence alone would compel the truth from my lips.” He felt her confusion and conscious of the fact that she had probably never met or even spoken to another angel before he elaborated. “All angels have similar abilities, healing, speed, and strength but there are a gifted few who have more, such as yourself, you can compel the truth from people with your mere presence alone. Not everyone who walks through these doors always has the intention of telling you the truth, like the Ganzarian, their keen instincts is not an ability many Ganzarian admit to.”

“I…erm, I did not know this.” She said on a shaky voice.

“Now you do,” he said softly.

Zachary cleared his throat.

“My name,” he began at a normal volume in the universal language, “I am an angel, yes, I hear some of you ask, it is me, the angel that has fallen, swiftly, steeply into love with a being that is not of my kind,” Zachary paused again, he could hear the elevated heartbeats of the six members of staff that worked at the confessionary and he wondered if he should continue.

“I did not mean to, what I mean to say is that I did not purposely fall. I felt, like all angels do, myself immune to such mortal emotions. I had several hundred charges I looked after, good mortals for the most part, it was my job. Of course I had favourites, mortals I would spend more time with, talk to even, but I reasoned that a few of them had no one else to listen to their sorrow, and it worked once unburdened it made it easier for them to make friends of their own kind. But,” Zachary paused as he smiled remembering the surprise and even discontent he had felt when he realised what had happened, “I did not realise my heart had been keeping secrets, that it had singled out one of these mortals I called my favourites and had chosen her to be the object of my very existence.”


Short Story: My Husband, his Mistress and I THE END

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It’s been almost a month since my Husband’s weekend break with his mistress.

What he says still troubles me and I want to confront him about it, but at the same time I’m stuck. His affair is like a drug and I’m addicted. I like watching him come up with new and inventive reasons as to why he’s coming home lane. I love putting on my trench coat; yeah I went out to buy one, to follow him around. I’ve even had my car windows tinted. It’s all very cloak and dagger. I’m getting bolder with the hints I’m dropping him. I think he’s beginning to suspect I know something is going on. But I can’t stop and why should I stop when he can’t either?

“Hey my darling?” I say when my Husband walks through the door.

He gives me, what I can now recognise as a tight smile. I can’t believe I didn’t realise until he mentioned it to his mistress.

I watch him carefully as he goes over to the sink to wash his hands. He sets his briefcase on the table, takes his coat off, hangs it up on the fifth hook, checks the time then begins to wash his hands.

Something’s never change.

I follow him into the bedroom.

“What’s the matter?” He says in alarm.

I’m deviating from our usual routine; we normally have a ten minute conversation about our day before we eat dinner.

“Nothing, I’ve just missed you that’s all.” I say honestly.

“Vivian we can talk at the dinner table.” He says.

I sigh and walk to the door. I hesitate as I watch him meticulously fold the clothes he is taking off.

“You don’t like it when I say darling do you?” I say, unable to keep quiet about it any longer.

I see the alarm flash across his features before he is able to cover it up.

“Wha-what makes you say that?” He stammers.

I chuckle internally before I walk back into the room.

“But you don’t do you?” I press.

Marcus shakes his head very slowly an intense look on his.

“Then I’ll stop saying it. I’m also going to stop attending those pretensions lunches that the partners at your law firms wives like to throw, I’ll only go to the big events to help you.” I add, whiles I’m on a roll I might as well get it all out in the open.

Marcus is staring at me open mouthed.

“Thank you Vivian,” he says after a long moment.

“I just wanted to get that out there,” I say with a shrug before walking back to the kitchen.

I’m in the kitchen mulling over my victory when Marcus comes in.

‘O no!’ I feel myself panicking at the look on his face.

“I love you Vivian,” he says staring at me.

I relax.

“I love you too.”

“I didn’t realise you found the lunches so boring,”

“I would do anything for you.” I say firmly. “Even say darling, despite how much I hate that word.” I force a laugh trying to make light of the situation.

I can feel him starting to crack.

“Why didn’t you say anything Vivian?” He paces around the room in agitation, “all this time I thought, but…” He trails off.

‘O God O no,’ I think frantically, I’ve pushed him too far, I thought the sly hints I was always dropping would do it, but my honesty finally brought out his lie.

My Husband, his Mistress and I part 15

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Michaela comes out of the front door.

“What’s wrong?” She asks, putting her arms around his waist from behind.

“Nothing,” He says on a deep sigh.

“Come one tell,” She coaxes kissing his neck softly.

His spine straightens. “I don’t like talking about her with you,”

I sit up straight in my own chair at the tone he just used to say; ‘her’.

“Marcus come on, we both know what this is, I’m not trying to replace her so you can just tell me.” Michaela says gently rubbing her chin on his shoulder.

“I just hate it when she uses that tone with me, it’s so fake and I can’t understand why she does it. I’d leave her if I didn’t love her so much. All the pretence drives me crazy.” He says in a rush.

I feel like I’ve been slapped.

“Wow,” Is all his mistress can say.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to unload; all this isn’t fair to you.”

“Hunny please, you’re cute but I’m trying not buying.” She says coming to stand in front of him.

He smiles but it’s a sad one.

“Come on, let’s no and eat that famous fish pie the mangers wife keeps raging about then we can work it off, have to keep this figure in check.” Michaela says planting a good solid kiss on my husband.

Marcus chuckles and I’m happy in a vindictive way that it doesn’t sound as deep as the one he gave me which makes me pause. Am I jealous of Michaela? How can Marcus think I don’t love him, I only behave the way he wants me to.

Short Story: My Husband, his Mistress and I part 14

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I debate what to do, I can hardly sleep in the Yaris, but I don’t want to draw attention to myself. Just as I’ve finally decided to go and check-in Marcus walks back outside on his phone.

I hear my own phone ring and hastily answer it.

“Hey, Viv, how’s Yasmin?” He says, looking tense.

“O hi Marcus,” I whisper, “everyone is fine.”

“Why are you whispering?” He says.

“O you know the kids are sleeping?”

“At seven in the evening, don’t tell me you spiked the drinks again.” He says laughing.

I watch him laugh and he looks so carefree, so unlike how he is at home with me.

“That happened one time, and it can’t be proven in court.” I defend.

He laughs harder and I feel myself start to smile at his genuine amusement.

“Anyway erm,” his humour leaves and I see him shifting from one foot to the other, “very busy here, still working.”

“O yeah, well work hard.” I say. “I should let you get back to it, see you later my darling,”

But for some reason he tenses and a look of annoyance flashes across his features.

“O Okay, say hi to my favourite two terrors,”

“Will do, bye,” I say and click the phone off before he can respond.

I watch him carefully this is the fourth time I’ve noticed that he has tensed when I’ve said; ‘darling’, which is strange since he started the trend. He just stares at the phone in his hand for a few moments.

My Husband, his Mistress and I part 13

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Michaela gets out of the car and throws her hands in the air, they are shouting at each other – he gets out of the car and points in my direction and I feel the air go out of my body. He knows! She gestures here, then somewhere else and keeps gesturing, I’m getting the idea – she thinks he is paranoid.

He nods at whatever she is saying and makes to get back in the driver’s seat but she kisses him; and he and I both gasp at the same time. Right out in public, Marcus seems to be following my sentiments because they start arguing again.

I belatedly remember the listening device I have in my handbag, I haven’t been using it because the noise from the traffic has been interfering but I get it out just in case. Just when I’m finished setting it up they go back inside.

They drive to a beautiful yet humble looking bed and breakfast and get out.

“For fucks sake Michaela someone could have seen us!” Marcus says as soon as they are out of the car.

“No one saw, just calm down, look we have the whole weekend to ourselves, we both need to unwind so let’s not spend it arguing.” She says sliding her body closer to his and looking deeply into his eyes.

I smile.

“Well played,” I whisper.

They walk towards bed and breakfast.

My Husband, his Mistress and I part 12

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I’ve ordered everything from listening devises to night vision lenses. Yeah I have far too much time on my hands, but this is just too interesting to give up. It’s been five weeks since that fateful day and my husband and his mistress, okay fine I know her name I just think it’s more mysterious to say mistress, have seen each other every day at work but also three times outside of work.

Its Friday afternoon, the weather is beyond beautiful and I’ve rented a black Toyota Yaris, not exactly James Bond, but at least it’s silent. My husband and his – okay fine, Michaela are in a hot red convertible Audi – not exactly incognito it’s almost like they want to get caught, but then again I did tell my husband I was off to my sister’s house for the weekend – she lives in Surrey and is currently on holiday with her husband and two children because yeah some people lead ordinary lives and don’t get off on following their husband and his mistress around town.

I’m three cars behind and I’m having the time of my life – my husband has been on edge lately because I’m getting bolder and bolder with my hint dropping and it’s hysterical to watch him squirming. From my recordings I know he has tried to break it off but Michaela is adamant that they continue and so far he is too powerless to deny her.

They pull over and I almost miss and go straight past, I quickly mount the curb, my heart hammering in my chest because my husband keeps looking back, the car has tinted windows, but still he is looking right in my direction and I’m breathless with anxiety.

My Husband, his Mistress and I part 10

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“I was so worried about you!” I basically shout.

He’s so alarmed at my sudden outburst that he shuts up. I walk around the breakfast bar and begin to massage his shoulders.

“I know how good with time you are, always one for the rules,” I say supressing a grin.

He sighs heavily.

“Listen Vivian,”

“Yes, my darling?”

I feel him tense under my hands and I wonder what he is remembering.

He stands so suddenly that I am thrown off balance.

“I need to get going,” he says abruptly.

I smile as he turns around and there is a strange look in his eyes as he meets my gaze. I can’t read his face, the guilt is still there but something new is brewing just beneath the surface.


He looks away and heads for the door, I follow immediately and we exchange our usually pleasantries.