36 days into her 40 day promise to behave responsibly and only one small slip in that time – a snort of cocaine at a jazz club with a handsome stranger. Isabella was about to face her toughest challenge. The business loan she had applied for had been agreed with the bank and she was excited about starting a business partnership with her best friend Sofia.

Sofia had signed the papers to become equal partner in the business and the future looked great. The agreement was that Isabella would stop using drugs and drink to raise her self-esteem and the attention of men to raise her self-worth both of which interfered with their friendship and living arrangements. Sofia was worried about what it would do to their business. Once a disgruntled wife of someone she had spent a night with in a seedy hotel turned up at the house they shared ranting and swearing about the whore who had slept with her husband but Isabella couldn’t even remember who he was or how he had her home address. Her argument was, and always is, that she is free to do as she pleases and that as the married man he should learn to keep it in his pants and not approach women in bars. She found that their wives had very little to say after that.

That weekend Isabella had promised to go see her friend take part in a play being run at a local theatre. After collecting her ticket and being an hour early she went into the theatre’s restaurant. A waitress came up to take her order and smiled at her. She seemed vaguely familiar but Isabella couldn’t place her. She brushed it off. After all she had visited this restaurant many times in the past when she was here to watch her friend in one play or another. Her plays were always local and never really went any further.

‘Hi, can I take your order?’ Isabella looked up

‘Yes, I will have the mackerel with Italian side salad please,’ as she closed her menu the waitress asked ‘and would you like a vodka and Cranberry juice with that Isabella?’ Isabella made eye contact with the waitress at the mention of her favourite drink desperately trying to place her face.

‘It seems you have me at a slight disadvantage,’ she said, ‘you obviously know me but I can’t seem to place your face.’  The woman giggled, ‘You spent the night in my bed a few weeks ago and ran off like a thief in the night without even saying goodbye or leaving a note. You must remember the night you had with me and my husband Freddie? We certainly do. Although you were more than a little drunk.’

As the two women stared at each other, Isabella with a look of confusion on her face and the waitress with a look of desire, Isabella noticed her husband walking towards them. Suddenly the memories came flooding back. He managed this theatre. He had told her he was single and wanted her that night. When she got to the flat they shared above a shop on the high street she had met his wife and agreed to have a threesome.

‘Hi,’ Freddie said smiling. Isabella got up and excused herself, suddenly she wasn’t that hungry. Speechless and embarrassed she wanted to get out as fast as she could and decided to wait in the lobby until she was seated. As she walked back towards her car looking forward to getting home she was aware of  Freddie and his wife both sat in their car outside the theatre’s exit.

‘Fancy a night cap?’ he asked.

 

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The Threesome That Was

This is the first edition of the threesome that was written in July 2013 – it was significantly edited and added to my first book The Last Hut and 29 other flash fiction stories.