Steph is the winner of Vol 2-23. She lives, writes and teaches writing at a performing arts high school in Tampa, Florida. Her latest novel, A Tree Born Crooked, will be released fall 2014 by Pandamoon Publishing. She loves to connect with readers, writers and other creative folk at her blog and on Twitter.
Ain’t That Something
Alice had heard you could put rattlesnakes in their beds. Men.
“That’ll shake em up, let me tell ya.”
This from Scarlett, her husband’s mistress, teetering on gold high heels from one too many highballs.
“This girl on the chorus line with me, she said she put a rattler under her boyfriend’s sheets once. Said he never ran around on her again. Ain’t that something?”
The circle of wolfish men, including her husband, had thrown their heads back in raucous laughter, their mouths as wide as manholes, and pressed in even closer.
Alice, sitting three stools down, keeping her eyes on the empty martini glass trembling between her fingers, had wondered where the hell you could find a rattlesnake in Chicago. She had almost dared to ask, when they had found themselves eyeing one another the powder room’s mirror, but Scarlett had winked at her first.
“Corner of Knox and 53rd, honey. Just knock once and ask for Vinny.”