Wednesday, 1 April 2009

April Fool's


"Honey, I'm home!"
Rupert left his wallet on the table and the umbrella and the coat on the stand. The fire in the living-room was cosy. He sat on the sofa. Lucy gave him a cup of tea. Milk. Two sugar. He talked about his day at work and she listened. She talked about the children and he read the newspaper. At half past six she served the dinner. Beef Wellington with mashed potatoes. Some series on TV. He drank. She washed up. Before midnight they went to bed.
"Good night, darling."
"Good night, dear."
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1 comment:

Geeshie Walking said...

How twisted fantasy can be!