Stories by Sarah

Empty

Who invited him? Shelby wondered.

She watched him surreptitiously, as she closed the liquor cabinet.

She took a quick gulp of the burning whiskey, and just for a minute the clock seemed to stop.

She took in his tall, hulking frame, electric blue eyes, and shock of black hair. He ruffled a hand distractedly through it, before somehow, he sensed her, looking at him.

She quickly looked away but not before a hot blush stole across her face. With disgust, she felt her pure lust for him; imagining herself lying under him, her own golden hair crowned upon the pillow.

Shelby swore softly under her breath as she realised he was now walking her way.

She turned and rushed out of the lounge, into the food store, hoping she could hide from him, in the kitchen. She wasn’t ready for this, all the turbulent emotions he was evoking in her. It was too soon.

From her concealment in the cupboard, she watched him survey the apparently empty room. He went to the sink, peeked out the window and across the lawn as though expecting to see her running through the grass.

Shelby realised she was holding her breath and silently, she prayed he would leave – look for her no more. Then she wouldn’t have to reveal herself to him.

She stayed strong in her resolve, even when she saw the single tear rolling down his cheek. It was nothing compared to the thousands she’d shed for him. If he wanted her back again, he had truly missed the boat this time.

Finally, he turned and left her in the darkness, and the party went on around them.

She slid down the wall, and reached for a packet of crisps.

By Sarah ©2018

The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 359 and Time to Write: Sentence Starter 36

Stories by Sarah

Curtain Call

“Can you come here for a second?” I asked.

No reply.

“Darren?” I probed.

Still no reply.

“Darren!” I bellowed, unable to stop the irritated tone in my voice. That man will be the death of me, I thought.

“What?” came the faint response from somewhere in the garden. He was in that blasted shed again.

Oh for God’s sake! I cursed, dropping the curtain rod to the floor with a loud, metallic CLANG. It’s weight had overcome me while my husband and I played our verbal tennis match.

“Never mind now!” I screeched.

I’d have to try and get it back up later. In fact, I still wasn’t quite sure how it had fallen.

I kicked at it with my foot.

It rocked back and forth a couple of times, but stubbornly sat there.

I knew I was being childish, but red hot anger surged through me.

I hated this place.

I hated my husband.

But mostly, I hated being powerless to do anything about either one of them.

I kicked it again, harder this time. It rolled and hit the wall.

The thump was strangely satisfying. As I turned to walk away, the rod came to rest, and the end came off.

Great! I thought, now I’ve done it! We can’t afford a new rod. We can’t afford anything!

I bent down to inspect the damage and noticed, there was something wedged inside.

I reached in and pulled out rolls and rolls of tightly coiled dollar bills.

They were all hundreds and the rod was filled with them!

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“Honey?” Darren’s voice echoed through the empty bedroom.

Puzzled, but unconcerned, he went back out to his shed.

Meanwhile, I was already on the bus, heading towards my new life. I patted my suitcase and smiled.

By Sarah ©2018

Time to Write: Sentence Starter #35