Beautiful
It’s a weekday morning.
I knock our wedding photo to the carpet in my rush to silence the alarm.
We struggle for a place in the bathroom and race to be first to use the toilet.
Then, downstairs, a gulp of tepid coffee.
Occasional glances, quick smiles, no time for toast or conversation.
Then we’re off!
Different bus stops to different offices.
She texts.
“I’ve a surprise for u this evening”
The day is sluggish.
The more I think about my surprise, the longer the minute hand takes to reach quitting time.
My colleagues seem hell bent on detaining me but I manage to escape to the bus.
She texts again.
“I hope ur not late. I’m waiting”
I jump off the moving bus and scamper home.
When I open the door a grunting alien greets me.
I protest.
“Not what I’ve been fantasising about all day hun.”
Slimy dangly tentacles quiver as it nods its head.
It’s a cheap costume but I follow it upstairs to the bedroom.
Muffled giggles from within as we fall towards the bed.
I reach out to pull off the mask.
My heart sinks as I realise it’s not a mask.
Sunday Photo Fiction is back on my blog again. Time to regain my writing habits.
