Taylor Hoffman Quotes

The pit of her stomach contorted with disgust. Her bulging, bloodshot eyes burned holes through his burly figure, the shadow of the carpark her cloak of invisibility. All blood and colour had drained from her callous hands, gripping the steering wheel as if it were Taylor Hoffman’s neck.
She felt steams of anger seep out of her body as she replayed all his empty promises and sweet nothings. “It’s only you… there’d never be another… nothing matches my love for you…” Liar. Taylor Hoffman was with another woman. Pounds of makeup, perfume and lotion could never make Taylor faithful to a woman. She should have known that, she thought. The taste of a bitter desert tingled in her shrivelled mouth. Her life was sucked dry, there was nothing left anymore. Her husband didn’t want her anymore, and Taylor wanted others.
Goosebumps perked on her skin, partly from the weather, partly from excitement. Her fingers twiddled the Holy Grail in the pocket of her coat as she stalked into Marty’s and unveiled herself from the darkness, like a bride insane with rage. This tablet would be her key to revenge.
Her shoulder grazed the other woman, a lavish lady with a dark horse for a husband. She stumbled out the door with her two left feet, distraught. The fool thought she’d find comfort with my man, and now she thinks she’ll find comfort with her hubby at home. She snickered to herself under her breath, having already made arrangements. Stupid woman.
Her focus turned back to the lump slumped in his seat, like a camera zooming in on the subject. The plan was in full swing. Her dainty feet had a mind of their own, making a beeline towards him. He twirled the glass of Shiraz in his chubby hands absentmindedly. Taylor never did think much, he’d never see this coming. A flicker of insanity flashed across her face, her insides burst with excitement. She was one step closer to sweet, sweet