Weekend in the Cabin

By Alexander Martin

David and his wife Elize are having marital problems, and are not seeing eye to eye on many things. They decide to split for the weekend, with Elize going with their couple of friends. Elize goes with the husband Paul, to Florida while David goes with the wife Jill to a secluded cabin in the woods, for both couples it seems there is more than meets the eyes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alexander Martin
• Release date: Sep 22, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005219734

Alexander Martin

I write long and detailed stories that are mostly interracially motivated. I have never been able to write small stories well; I like the how, when, and where. Most of my female characters are independent and strong-minded. I hope most of my readers will leave comments and tell me what they think so I can improve.

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Weekend In the Cabin

By: Alexander Martin

Copyright 2022 Alexander Martin

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Table of Contents:

Chapter One: The First Day

Chapter Two: The Second Day

Chapter Three: The Third Day

Chapter One: The First Day

It was too quiet, I knew my wife very well, and if she wasn’t talking, she was up to something. We had just finished our couple’s night out with our neighbors, Jill and Paul.

The drive was getting eerie as my grip on the steering wheel tightened. I knew what I had to do to get her to spill the beans, as they would say. I sighed deeply.

Go on then, I said.

It’s nothing, my wife Elize said as she looked out her window.

It was past ten at night, and we lived in the suburbs. There was nothing to see but stretches of strip malls and gas stations.

No, spill it, or you’re just going to keep both of us up most of the night, thinking about it, I shook my head.

Well, it’s just that, you ordered the spicy lo mein, Elize said.

So? I asked.

Anytime we go to a Chinese restaurant, new or old, you always order lo-mein and you always want it as spicy as it comes, Elize said.

I like it spicy, when is that a bad thing? I asked.

Paul and I picked that place because it had good reviews, and we thought that you would pick something else other than lo-mein, Elize shrugged as she looked at me.

So, that’s it? I asked.

Yes, why don’t you try something different? Elize asked.

I was a man of patterns. I went to the same gas station every time, ordered the same thing at any of the fast-food places, went to bed at the same time, and woke up at the same time.

It was just who I was, but Elize was all over the place. There was no pattern to anything she did. She liked to be unpredictable.

I will try something else next time, I nodded.

Thank you, Elize said.

I knew that wasn’t going to be the end