This
is the sixth entry out of the thirty I'm attempting. It is part of a
series of thirty entries so I hope you'll read each daily post to find
out what happens in the end.
Thank you for reading!
The afternoon had been tiring but the callers were now long
gone. Despite the occasional soporific bouts of poetry, she’d somehow remained
perfectly demure the entire time.
Later, he’d remained downstairs, a flight of stairs
and a few plaster walls away from her. Silly though it was, she’d pressed an
ear to the wall in hopes of hearing his breath, expecting it as if it were her
own. She hadn’t, but his stubborn yells hadn’t helped her attempt at reading.
Later still, the petulant man-child finally decided to leave.
She’d watched from between the curtains, book silenced on the
floor.
Hmmm, if you put down a book for a man, your heart is telling you something!! :)
ReplyDeleteIt probably isn't that you need a better book!
DeleteIf she's listening through plaster walls to hear his breath...it's telling her something! She needs to listen to her heart...
ReplyDeleteThere is so much suppressed tension in this!
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