On the edge of the surface, Joanie felt windswept by emotion. She observed through gauzy curtains a familiar silhouette approach her best friend Julie. A deep sense of dread called up her jealous nature. It started with a few kisses and then his hands were in her tangle of long curly hair. This was no unfamiliar act, it left no room for doubt. They had been lovers behind her back for a while. Her mind threw sketches of her time with him, their love making, but was that all a sham? She drew the knife from the buffet table, determined to slaughter them both. But then she laid it down on the sideboard. They could have each other! Both were not worthy of her love any longer. Joanie left the beach house and drove home.
The Bag Lady 
Good use of all the prompt words, Cheryl!
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Thank you Susi
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You’re welcome!
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Sensible move. She was better off without them.
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