It’s time, once again, for Sunday Photo Fiction and I’m excited to have the opportunity of participating in this challenge.
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Here is this weeks story based, loosely, on the photo prompt above. I’ve taken the liberty of exceeding the word count. I felt it would be a shame to trim the story further. I hope you don’t mind.
“Nat. You’re going to be late.”
I smile, lean onto the breakfast bar with both elbows, and try to catch his attention.
He has that absent minded, far away look, and glances briefly at his watch before returning unenthusiastically to the morning paper.
I try a different tack.
“What time did you get back last night?”
He looks up and holds my gaze for a few precious instants.
He looks tired; his eyes slightly bloodshot, but I see the makings of a smile and finally, on cue, the outline of his dimples.
My Nat is in there somewhere and his smile is reassuring.
“About 1 am I think. I didn’t finish debugging the app until after midnight.”
My attention on him, and not on what I was doing, some yoghourt escapes from my spoon and drops onto my new dress.
“Shit!” I get up with a start, and head hastily towards the sink, to grab a wet cloth.
Jostling him in my rush; he lets out an irritated sigh.
He gets up, and without even a kiss or a goodbye, heads hurriedly towards the front door.
Wiping away the yoghourt, I move to watch him put on his coat and open the front door.
“Don’t wait up Abby; I’ve still got a lot to finish.”
Before I have time to reply, he has already left.
The sound of the door closing, reverberates – and then – Nat’s phone rings; a text message.
He’s left his mobile on the table.
Back in the kitchen, I pick it up.
There’s a notification on the locked screen.
‘… c u at 9 2nite! Can’t wait!’ S.H