[ WP ] Write a story that seems mundane and ordinary until the most harrowing and thrilling twist ending .

I walked back home one night from work, looking at the various flowers and the landscape. It looked all too fake and beautiful, as if the entire world was trying to please me but it kept failing to. I checked my watch, but it was cracked. Broken when a biker bumped into me a few hours earlier and we both fell. The time was stuck on 5:53 PM. I sighed as I took it off and put it in my pocket, planning to throw it away when I got home. It was a one and a half hour hike home. My car was in the shop and I needed to pick it up by tomorrow morning, which was another long trek. I could have carpooled home but my friends were n't at work today because of some legal trouble they had yesterday when they got drunk on the road and crashed into a lamppost. I was n't there, though. Work had to be done. I almost walked right into the mailbox when I got home because I was so engrossed in my own thoughts. I walked to my front door and got my key out but I dropped it on the floor and had to find it in the dirt. After a few minutes of making a fool of myself, I got the key and put it in the keyhole. I turned it and opened the door. I put my coat on a rack and took off my pants and sat on the couch. There, I noticed my wife was moaning passionately upstairs. Me, being the rational man I was, decided to keep quiet and walk upstairs. My blood was rushing as the moaning grew loader, and there I was able to make out what sounded like a male voice. I started sweating as I neared the door and put my ear against it. I heard both voices as clear as day. My rage swelled and I opened the door to see my wife in bed with another man. My anger suppressed my sadness and I slammed the guy into the wall. My fist met his face a few times over and over again until my now ex-wife pulled me back in tears. 
 
 `` Please! Please! It's not what it looks like!'' She said, trying to make me stop. It did n't help until the man interrupted. 
 
 `` I-it's not what it looks like, man! Promise!'' 
 
 I grabbed his neck and squeezed hard, I wanted to make sure his last few words were struggled 
 
 `` I-I just wanted three-fiddy!'' 
 
 That's when I noticed the guy was about eight stories tall and was a crustacean from the protozoic era.
