Thank you Rochelle, (click here for her blog), for another reminder that Friday comes along too quickly. Susan’s picture made me think of a French renovation project, even though I have never lived in France.
More contributions to Friday-Fictioners are available HERE.
The Other Woman
The room was once a stable, and they built in a connecting door to the hallway.
John called it his den. A bric-a-brac dump, Mary thought.
What did he do there all day?
Mary sat up in bed, feeling dejected. He’s left me, that’s it. Progressively, he had become emotionally uncaring and keeping out of reach.
He flirted with Janette, and with Anne in the bookshop, and Doreen in the café.
He promised an idyllic retirement together on this renovated farm.
She loved him, although hated his infidelity.
He’s gone missing.
Soon, his wife will have to know.
Mary smiled.
James McEwan 