Three Word Wednesday CLXXVI Lucid Righteous Salvage
The last thing he remembered was poking a dollar in the slot machine and the pictures lining up. Bells were ringing, lights flashing and then they escorted him up to the desk where they paid him. Five thousand bucks! He hugged everyone around him and almost danced out the door. He came around the corner of his truck and Stacy was waiting for him as though they had never fought.
“I’m sorry I got so mad, baby. Forgive me?” He heard the words and kept walking toward the truck door. She swung that big purse like it was an extension of her arm. Must have had a brick in it.
It was an excellent hit. A righteous hit. It was a good half hour before he was lucid. He would never be able to salvage his dignity now. Sucker punched by a girl. Who knew? He held the package of frozen peas to his eye and hoped to minimize the visible damage. He would never be able to show his face at the truck stop again.