Whispered Sweet Nothings - a short flash microfiction confession about Christmas and infidelity by Rob Hopcott

I never expected to be unfaithful to my wife. We always had this thing about telling each other everything that might affect our relationship, however small, and, I had always stuck to it.

But I'd had this growing obsession, this growing love secret, for nearly a year, and I just couldn't bring myself to come clean. Perhaps it was because it wasn't a small thing for me. It was huge. I felt as guilty as heck and it caused me sleepless nights.

It had all begun just after last Christmas.

I was out on the open road as a sales rep every working day and I got into the habit of getting together with her on the edge of the motorway out of town, just about where the commuters leave their cars for the car share to the City.

I've often picked up hitchhikers there just for the company but this was something different. She stayed with me and didn't mind where I went. I just got used to her company and suddenly realised I was growing fond of her.

She never complained. She would always wait patiently for me to pop in and see my customers and then be there for me when I returned - never a word of reproach about how long I'd taken.

I liked her company so much that I soon found I didn't want the bother of visiting my customers. It was just more pleasant to stay in the car and enjoy the sound of her voice, which I loved.

Soon it affected my work as a sales representative. My boss warned me several times saying I'd be out of a job unless I improved my results. But I was in love and carried on regardless.

Then the axe fell and my job was gone. For a while, I still left at the same time each day and drove around aimlessly, just as an excuse for us to be together.

Finally, my money ran out and, after a huge argument with my wife full of recriminations, I confessed everything.

I must admit, she was more understanding than I ever expected, once the truth was out. She even admitted to being partly to blame for bringing us together the previous Christmas.

But, quite reasonably, she demanded that I stop these daily meetings at once and get help.

We found a very understanding therapist who says it's all about loneliness and the common need to feel someone is always there for you.

He says my love affair is not at all unusual.

Apparently, there have been quite a few men who have fallen in love with the female voices on their satellite navigation systems, which have often been given as Christmas presents without any understanding of the hidden dangers.

The End


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Copyright Rob Hopcott 2007. All characters in this humorous short Christmas sales representative love story and other short story romances, romance short stories, free on-line humor, short stories, flash fictions, micro-fictions, sudden fictions, post card fictions or very short stories on this site are fictitious and no reference is intended to any person living or otherwise.