Thursday, 14 April 2016
Waiting for the day
At long last she heard his key in the lock and he was finally home.
"Have you managed to eat?" she asked as he flopped in the chair in front of the TV calling him from the kitchen.
He stared at the screen, silent, deaf to her and to the voices in front of him and it was then she knew something was wrong.
She feared this day would come; the succession of late nights, the feeble excuses about work and worse still his disinterest in her.
Bravely she asked; Is there something you want to say to me for I can tell something is wrong?"
"I'm leaving you" he said and she breathed a sigh of relief and thought it had taken him long enough to tell her as everyone else knew and she had been waiting for this day.
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