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Sauce

By

Miriam N. Kotzin and Bill Turner

So the stripper at Josh's bachelor party was one of Karen's bridesmaids. This was not a good thing. Phil, his best man, had promised Karen it wouldn't happen. Then Jen popped out of the box.

The situation could have been sticky, but Jen was so tweaked that she didn't have a clue what was actually going on. Until Josh fucked her.

Now Josh was at the altar watching Jen precede Karen down the aisle. She was heading straight for him, looking him straight in the eye.

She waited until she was close, really close, so close that he could smell her perfume, yes, the same one she'd worn last night. And then the bitch gave him a long, slow wink. Later he would be sure that she'd mouthed the words "meet me."

So the nuptials went as nuptials do. Josh swore his allegiance to Karen. The sickness and health part was easy. The forsaking all others bit was not. They finished and went to the reception, Josh feeling as though he just made a good grade with a cheat sheet.

"Hi, Josh," Jen said. She glanced at the twist of Karen's elbow and caught his eyes again.

"Hi, Jen." Josh could feel Karen noticing the red rush happening at his neckline. His blush had been his curse through high school and college. Karen called it her little lie detector.

Karen said hello to Jen and asked her whether she was feeling better. She turned to Josh, "Jen couldn't make the bachelorette party last night--she had the worst headache." She paused. "And it was such fun. My roommate hired a stripper!"

"Really?"

Karen turned to Josh, "I'm sorry, and here I made you promise you wouldn't have one--and I did. That's not fair, is it?"

The red crept up his cheeks.

Jen smiled, winked and asked Karen how well she liked the stripper.

Karen's eyes said it all. Josh would have noticed if he hadn't been afraid to look at her. Karen would have noticed Josh turning red if her eyes weren't on the floor.

Jen winked at Josh. Much later he would swear she mouthed, "I told you so."

Miriam N. Kotzin and Bill Turner have collaborated on several flash fiction stories. They each have been published individually. Miriam's work has been published or is forthcoming in ELF: Eclectic Literary Forum (print) and online at Slow Trains, SmokeLong Quarterly, Littoral, Storied World, The Glut, Toasted Cheese, SaucyVox, HiNgE, The Beat, Yankee Pot Roast, edifice WRECKED, The Rose & Thorn, rumble, The Quarterly Staple, Southern Ocean Review, Dead Mule, Word Riot and Xaxx, FriGG, Flashquake and Boulevard. Bill's most recent publications include or are forthcoming in Underground Voices, Riverbabble, The Beat, Rumble, Whim's Place, Storied World and Bewildering Stories.

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