Hunger For An Alternative (Flash Fiction x A Story Within A Story)
I woke up with a start. This is it, I said to myself.
I have a good life—-a wife and a daughter. Yet, I still have this hunger to look for an alternative.
For the past few months, I’ve been enjoying this sexual relationship with an older woman. Never mind her age, it’s something about the way she handles me in bed. It’s like every time we’re doing it, she’s at the top of her life. I feel that I’m her ecstasy.
Why am I doing this? I often ask myself. Maybe it was all because of my wife. Life is getting drab between the both of us. At night, when I’ll call for love, she’ll always say she’s tired and needs to rest. Those are the times I forbid my want to explode—-to anger.
I have no reason to blame her though. She’s the super wife. Dealing with all the household chores and attending to our daughter’s demands.
I started to pack my belongings. This has to be done fast, I thought. Am I braced for the goodbye?—-the shouting? My daughter was the least person I wanted to see crying.
With my daughter cuddled in a corner, my wife attacked me with an avalanche of shouts, curses and slaps. The landlady had to force us away because we created a scandalous scene.
I have to leave my wife, daughter—-and her. I may be trapped but I have a choice. I married the wrong woman and I refuse to accept a life of unhappiness. I’ll struggle against life. With her…