She knew exactly where to hit him. So, she did. Hard and without mercy.
With a plastic bottle of glue in hand, she gently pressed the eject button on his antique DVD player. No one watched more detective noir than her cinephile boyfriend.
She squeezed out thick ropes of white goop before shoving the flimsy tray closed. The machine sputtered and whirred as sticky paste seeped from all corners.
She sat back and wondered how he’d try to worm his way out of this one.
At least now he’ll think twice before agreeing to late-night cocktails with her best friend.
The Weekday One Hundred 