Ralph and Spouse

As his wife stands before him in the middle of their front path, Ralph thinks frantically for a way to tell her what he has done. How can he explain...what words could possibly be used to recount his terrible deed? He raises his eyes to her face, sees that she is crying.
"Ralph..." she sobs. "But...but how did you find out?" She steps toward him and reaches out a hand. "It doesn't mean anything. Its all in the past." She stares at him; panicked.
"The dog was barking."
"What?" She throws him a confused look, then remembers she is supposed to be upset. "But Frank... I mean Ralph... I love yo-"
"The dog was barking so fucking loud."
"Today! Today I went to break it off. I'm never going to se-"
"All night."
"Honey? What's wrong? Please. Tell me what I can do to make this better." She is not listening to him, and all her words have become a colourless syrup, dribbling down her chin. Ralph begins to shake.
"All night." His wife frowns.
"You know Ralph, this isn't all my fault. If you cou-"
"All night. And I couldn't sleep. And I couldn't breathe. And all I could think was-"
"Well I think it's all too clear what has to be done." Ralph hears her words, slipping slowly down the long canal binding his body and mind. "I'll just feed Brutus before I go." She is through the door now, as the force of each syllable strikes with fresh meaning. Only as she opens, closes, the back door does he think to move.
His wife begins to scream, and Ralph feels a weight lifted from his shoulders. Like all those who have shared a secret, he is at peace.

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just another short story, let me know what u think :D
hope the ending's clear