Catching Karma — Short Story
Kelly smiled as she pulled up to her new home. She couldn’t help it. Everything she had was everything she had always dreamed about. The perfect home. The perfect husband. The perfect marriage. It was all so perfect.
Tonight was going to be perfect as well. It was their first anniversary of marriage. It was a time of celebration and she was ready to celebrate.
Opening the trunk of her Lexus, she grabbed four of the bags and made her way to the front door. Pushing it open, she called out, “I’m home.”
It was home for her. Everything in the house was picked out personally by her from the wall colorings to the flooring. She had spent hours each day for three months going over every little detail with the contractors and decorators. It had to be perfect, and it was.
She set the bags down on the granite countertop. Unable to resist, she ran her fingers over the cool stone. Perfection once again.
“I’m home,” she called out again. The sound of footsteps on the basement stairs told her that Gregory had heard her.
The door to the basement opened as she put away the carton of eggs. Kelly looked around to see her husband walking in with a towel around his neck to catch the sweat dripping from his hair.
