Ellen squinted past Geoffrey’s ear at her wristwatch.
“Will you be long, do you think?”
Geoffrey mumbled into her neck; Ellen sighed, remembering the dinner dishes still littering the kitchen.
Eventually he rolled away, a snore already rising from his throat.
Downstairs a handsome stranger was helping himself to brandy.
“I’d have asked, but I could see you were busy.”
Ellen gaped, blushing.
“Can I get you one?” he continued.
She nodded, stunned.
“W-why are you here?”
“To take you away from all this,” he said. “Up for it?”
She heard a voice, not unlike her own.
“I’ll get my coat.”
Ahem! Sorry about that! Not sure what came over me. 🙂 I see I adopted a similar, though less saucy approach to the photo last time around with Don’t Leave Me This Way. Thanks once again to Rochelle for all her hard work over the last three years on behalf of our Friday Fictioneers group. We’ve covered a lot of entertaining miles with her at the wheel of this particular bus.