Tuesday Tales, September 25th, 2012, Theme Finger.


Gina is five foot two, her husband John six foot.  Gina angrily jabbed her index finger into John’s chest. ” Thirty years of marriage  our kids, and they mean nothin?  You threw it away to sleep with that puttana Anne Marie Giacomo?”

John looked at Gina smugly.  I support you, sweetheart.  Ya gonna do somethin?”

Gina looked at John as though he had three heads, all of them empty.  “Yeah, you simpleton?  Ever since I’ve gone  back to school, I’ve met some great people.  You aren’t even in their atmosphere, but I am learning from them.”

John went to jab his finger into Gina’s face, but his index finger didn’t make it.  The next sound was John screaming as Gina’s teeth clamped down on his finger.  “Let go of my finger, bitch, I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”

Gina’s teeth held onto John’s finger.  With his left hand, he went to smack her.  She let go of his right index finger, but bit down on his left ring finger.  When she let go, she looked at him smugly.

“You can lose that finger anyway as the ring on it obviously means nothing to you.”

John ran out of the house screaming and cursing.  Gina heard the door slam, then began daydreaming about her new life.

My own work,but it's a different camera.

My own work,but it’s a different camera. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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I am originally from Brooklyn, New York and now live in Tucson, Arizona. I have discovered a passion for writing. I have five books out now, with a sixth on the way. Take a look @ my book list: The Search for Livingstone An Affair of the Heart The Search for Otzi Griffith Justice in Space. Moriarty The Life and Times of a Criminal Genius Available now on Smashwords - Amazon and Barnes and Noble As to not bore my public with just "Buy my book," I am also interested in baseball, the outdoors, art, architecture, technology, the human mind and DNA. I learned Ashkenazi Jews, of which I am one, have to lowest rate of Alzheimer's in the world. Therefore, I treat my brain as a muscle needing a workout. I enjoy good food, flirtation, beautiful women (I am happily married for thirty years), so just flirting ;) I was considered autistic when I was young, trying to figure out if I have a mild form of Aspergers and learning from that. That is for future posts. You can also see I love history. Enjoy my sarcastic silly look at the world, and making History more interesting than a textbook.
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19 Responses to Tuesday Tales, September 25th, 2012, Theme Finger.

  1. Sherry Gloag says:

    Don’t think her dreams are gong to turn out the way she imagines. Strong scene in so few words 🙂

  2. iris says:

    Puttana? LOL . Great scene.

  3. V. L.Locey says:

    Very powerful scene with so few words. Nicely done!

  4. Reading this made me think back to “The War of the Roses”, with Michael Douglas. Good dialogue in this scene.

  5. Tai says:

    Reading this makes me think of the goombas in my husbands family. LOL. I think I know Gina. forgetaboutit!

  6. Jean says:

    Wow! Vivid and emotional. I felt the anger come right through my screen. Well done, Mike!

  7. Lindsay says:

    Loved how she handled him

  8. Lena Hart says:

    I don’t feel sorry for John at all! Nice work Gina – and Michael 🙂

  9. E. A. Irwin says:

    Yep, yep, yep, keep that finger holstered, mister! E. A. Irwin

  10. J.P. Grider says:

    Very dramatic scene. I like how you used our word prompt several times. Neat. I bet his finger hurt for days. lol

  11. Davee Jones says:

    She sounds like my kind of girl. I hope she sticks to her guns with this one.

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