Let the Wind Blow

Image by Lars Eriksson from Pixabay 

Honesty wasn’t Eman’s strong suit. It would take a gale-strength wind to clear the deceit gathered through many years of a long, unhappy marriage. That or dynamite. Sausan sighed as she stood in the front hallway, looking in at a lifetime of memories.

Eman thought himself a lion. Really, he was just lyin’. The women he had cheated on her with hadn’t been anything special. They’d just been willing. He thought she didn’t know, but he wasn’t as accomplished a liar as he had thought.

It had taken a long time, but Sausan had finally built enough self esteem to say enough. It turned out she was a better liar than Eman. Right now, he was ostensibly off on a hunting weekend. She knew he was with his latest squeeze. Sausan was supposed to be having a girl’s weekend, here at home. She glanced over her shoulder at the moving truck, then back into the empty house. Maybe she’d leave the windows open and let the wind blow.

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I love the image evoked by this story’s title. The story I wrote to go with it works on several levels for me. Carrie Underwood’s “Blown Away,” which tells a much bigger story was my inspiration.