How Much Do You Like Turkish Delights? – Short Story

“I didn’t realise that everything I ever told you was going to be used against me. I feel somehow, when we first met you should’ve read me my rights so I knew what I was in for.”
“You’re being a bit overdramatic aren’t you?”
“You’re not the one being grilled over shit that never meant anything to you. If I’d done something shonky or slept about on you then sure, this level of psycho would be somewhat expected, but honey I have no idea what the I’ve done that’s fuck set you off!”
“Your fucking lies Jarred, ever fucking one. I’m sick of them!”
“What the fuck are you taking about?”
“Tell me how much you hate Turkish Delights?”
“Tell me how much you hate Turkish Delights!” She says again.
“I-I-I, I have no idea w…”
“See! See! This is what I’m talking about, this is the lies.”
“Who the fuck have you been talking to? You know I hate Turkish Delights!”
“Bullshit! You’re a fucking liar!”
“This is too much, I’m out of here,” He says as he gets to his feet to leave.
“Sit the fuck down!” She yells pulling a revolver from her handbag and firing a shot into his left arm. “Sit the fuck down and tell me another lie. Because the next one is going to go right between your fucking lying eyes!” She screams as he grabs at his arm terrified.
“SIT DOWN!” She screams once more and he drops to the chair instantly.
“Y-Y-Your crazy.”
“That I may be, but tell me what your favorite flavor of ice cream is, so we can see just how crazy I can be!”

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