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Bitter Taste

Coco is sitting at a bar nursing a drink. She wasn’t going to drink, but with the laugh of the airhead chick snuggling up with her husband in the booth, she needed something strong to keep her from vomiting. Coco thinks to herself, she’s really isn’t all that. She younger than me, okay, smaller midsection, whatever, and maybe a little prettier…fuck her, fuck him.

Coco: Can I get another drink please? 

Bartender: Only if you leave your keys and take a cab.

Coco: I took an Uber.

Coco lied about driving because she wanted to be able to follow her husband’s car if he leaves.

Coco: Rat bastard.

Coco sees her husband and the woman making out in the booth, and she can’t take it anymore. Coco walks over the booth.

Coco: Well, well, well.

They jump apart from their embrace.

Jim: Coco? What are you doing here?

Coco: Oh, I…why are you in Mike’s car and his jacket?

Jim: You know your husband likes to work late. I borrowed his car, and I grabbed his jacket by accident. My brother’s not going to care. Wait a minute, you thought I was Mike? Heh, heh.

Coco: Whatever. He says he’s always “working late.”

Jim: That’s because he’s working late.

Coco: Oh…





Hannah Erica, is a Philly native and the writer for Weeklysweetspot. She received her Bachelor in Communications, with a Journalism certificate, from the University of Phoenix. More than a decade ago she started writing film scripts and completed two. It's a tough business to get work published, so she put the film script writing on the back burner and write short stories that publish on Weeklysweetspot, and journalism articles for Up1media.

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