“Darling,” Burt said from the bedroom doorway to Anita, his wife of many decades. “You may get another email.”
“Oh?” Anita eyed him above her crossword puzzle.
“Random con artist,” Burt continued. “Claims about online activity. Sexual and whatnot. The usual.”
“Uh-huh,” Anita said.
“Totally fictitious, of course.” Burt waved a dismissive hand.
Anita blinked, laughed, and returned to her crossword. “As if you even have such thoughts these days, sweetheart!”
Burt laughed too. Then he returned to his private study where he transferred another cryptocurrency payment to the anonymous account, hoping this would resolve the matter at long last.From Guest Contributor John Sheirer
John lives in Western Massachusetts and is in his 30th year of teaching at Asnuntuck Community College in Northern Connecticut where he edits Freshwater Literary Journal (submission welcome). His work has appeared recently in Five Minutes, Wilderness House Literary Review, Meat for Tea, Poppy Road Review, Synkroniciti, Otherwise Engaged, 10 By 10 Flash Fiction, The Journal of Radical Wonder, Scribes*MICRO*Fiction, and Goldenrod Review, among others. His latest book is Stumbling Through Adulthood: Linked Stories. Forthcoming in fall 2023 is For Now: One Hundred 100-Word Stories. Find him at JohnSheirer.com.