The challenge at Julia’s place this week was to create a story containing the prompt “the line was drawn”.
“But… the line was drawn under all that business,” Gavin spluttered, slamming his glass on the table. “We agreed, remember?”
“I believe you said something of the sort,” said Sarah, balancing a Louboutin on the toe of her elegantly extended foot. Men always mistook silence for agreement.
“So why this, now?”
Why indeed? Revenge? Punishment? Who knew?
She glanced at the suitcases stacked neatly in the hall.
“You’ll hate it,” he argued, “you won’t be able to cope.”
Her mother strolled into the room. “My room is lovely, dear. I just know I shall be happy here. Would you take my suitcases upstairs Gavin, there’s a dear.”
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He must have been really, really bad!
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Oh this is delicious! what a twist at the end! Brilliant!
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I hope for his sake she’s not here to stay!
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I wasn’t sure if he knew she was there but the reader doesn’t, or he didn’t know and thought his wife was leaving. Either way, it’s a great story!
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Great ending; wasn’t expecting that at all 🙂 Interesting times ahead for them methinks…
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Sandra, your command of subtlety is still so strong. Love this line: Men always mistook silence for agreement. Oh, how true! Thanks for the giggles. 🙂
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I can feel his seething and her silent satisfaction! Great work!
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You certainly turned my thinking in a different direction at the beginning! UGH for them in the next few months! Well done!
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Well that told him! excellent 🙂
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Someone just got a good swift kick!
Nicely done!
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