So, we’re stepping tentatively into February now, wondering where January could possibly have gone to already. No? Just me?
Well, the last five weeks have gone in a flash, but I’ve been keeping up with my WWBH entries, and here’s another one to delight (?) you with …
This week for the WWBH blog hop we’re using two pictures provided by my co-host Leanne:
A knock at the door
Placing her pen down on the paper, Abi cradled her wine between her hands and gazed out the window. The street lamps were starting to come on as the sky darkened, casting shadows along the road. Cars drove by with their headlights on already, some heading out of the village, but most of them coming in.
She looked at the clock again, and tried to dismiss her disappointment that only ten minutes had passed. He’d be here soon, she knew, she just had to be patient. She put her glass down and reviewed the pages that she’d already filled in her notebook. Her muse had left her for the evening it seemed, and for the last half an hour it’d been an effort to get the words down. She needed a break.
The rain had started off gently enough as Dean set off up the motorway. As the light of the day faded, it blurred the lights coming from the rest of the traffic and made the road itself glisten as he drove. It reflected his mood perfectly.
He hated breakups, especially when he was the one doing the breaking. There’s no easy way to say that you don’t love someone anymore, and no easy way to hide that there’s someone else either. He knew she’d ask and he’d never been able to lie to her. The image of her face as she descended into misery would stay with him for a long time.
But he couldn’t dwell on it, after all he did want to leave. He needed to get across the city now and get to Abi, he needed to see her and know that he’d made the right decision. He didn’t like crushing another persons world, so he had to know it was for the right reasons.
Concentrating on the road he saw all the red lights in front of him had started congregating, slowing down those still behind until they were all stopped together. Dean let out a sigh as he sat in his car and waited.
Abi placed her notebook on her desk as the doorbell rang. She glanced in the mirror, hands running through her hair as she went to answer it. ‘You don’t have to ring the bell anymore, you know,’ and she smiled as the cold air rushed in.
‘He’s not here yet then? Pity,’ said a thin-framed red head, standing on the doorstep. She braced herself against the frame to stop from swaying.
‘Moira! What are you … ‘ she glanced past her figure, ‘you didn’t drive here did you?’
‘Of course I did,’ she slurred. ‘I needed to get here before him didn’t I? I didn’t want to miss the big reunion. I’ve got something for you both to celebrate.’ She rummaged around in her handbag, and Abi froze as she pulled out a pistol and waved it right in her face. She forced her way in the house, and they both went into the living room to wait for Dean’s arrival.
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