Always her OCD got the better of her, always, always ruled her life. He had left her eons ago, moved on to a better place.
She had the clean thing and had this numbers thing – everything had to be repeated ten times; if her compulsion was interrupted she had to begin again
She had seen the earwig crawl across his forehead as he slept his alcohol induced sleep and fearful as she was of them, she had to clean it away, had to get rid of it. She picked up his beer glass and smashed it on his head, once, twice, thrice – he woke up then and began to gesticulate wildly, and she counted in her head four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
He had left her then – for good; left everyone.
Every time she saw an earwig floor or wall crawl in her cell, she thought of him – ten times.
Copyright ©2011 Anna. All rights reserved. Do not reproduce in any form, including electronic, without the author’s express permission.
This story originally appeared on the puzzelicious site, on July 13, 2011.
If you like this story, check out Anna’s other stories, published on this site: Industry, Retribution and Simkins.
I'm a mother, friend, nurse, wife and lover! I think I have always been 'creative' drawing, painting, writing stories and poetry from an early age. I am moronically happy as I don't see the point in being miserable and find life - 99% of the time - wonderful.