#116 Fourth Time Breaking Up (500 words)

Inspired by: Fourth Time Around 

Duke showed up at Veronica’s house, hoping Veronica made up her mind. He knocked on the door, and there was no answer. He knocked again. Again there was no answer. He reached for the key beneath the mat and let himself in. 

In the day since he’d been by, the apartment looked entirely different. All the walls were different colors, and everything was boxed up. The boxes were labeled either “Veronica” or “Dick.” Duke assumed it was a typo. He opened a Dick box, and sure enough, it was his stuff. 

The front door opened, and Veronica looked at him, stunned. 

“What are you doing here?” Veronica asked. 

“I just came by to see if you made up your mind. I guess not since you don’t seem to be wearing your ring.”

“My ring! You didn’t even pick it out you stole it! If you think I’m marrying you, you’ve gone insane! I don’t ever want to see you again. I have big plans for my life without you. Just get out of my sight, this instance!”

Duke shrugged and admitted defeat. He walked out onto the street. A second later, he realized he might as well take his boxes with him. He knocked on the door. 

“What. Do. You. Want?” Veronica asked. 

“Since I’m here and you have my stuff packed. I might as well take it with me. Then you don’t have to see me again.”

“Fine.”

Duke loaded a few boxes into his truck. Veronica sat on the couch, reading some papers. 

“Could I get something to drink?”

“Like water or something?”

“Sure.”

Veronica closed the folder and went to the kitchen. Duke quickly scanned the papers memorizing as much as he could. It was clearly her next heist.

Veronica came back into the room and extended her arm, standing as far away from him as possible. He accepted the glass and drank it in one sip.

“Thanks for packing everything up for me.” He said as he carried the boxes to his truck.

“It was my pleasure. I couldn’t stand the sight of it.”

“I’m really sorry about everything, Veronica. This life just isn’t for me anymore.”

“I’m beginning to think the same thing, Duke.”

“But you’re going to do one last heist?”

Veronica shrugged, “that’s need to know information.”

“Don’t do it. I’m sure you have enough money. You were always better at saving than I was.”

“Sometimes it isn’t about the money.”

“Still, you never know. This time you might not be so lucky.”

“If you’re relying on luck, you’re in the wrong line of work, my friend.”

“If you say so. It really was nice knowing you, sweetheart.”

Veronica smiled facetiously and slammed the door on his face. 

Duke raced to his hotel. He threw open the door and dialed the phone like his life depended on it.  

“I need to schedule a meeting with Jon Fall as soon as possible. Trust me, he’s going to want to hear this.”

Published by einquin

Writing personal exploration flash fiction as well as building the foundations for a comic book universe.

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