Exhaustion came through the unlacing of the tied tie – the purple silk mocked me; suffocating me before giving the oxygen a chance to run. It had been a dry day.
Rotten steaks scent roamed around the house; or was it my nostrils who could only track the stink?
“What’s so special?” I asked ‘my wife’. No greetings – only straight to what I wanted to know.
“Nothing…” but her voice was speaking a different dictionary. I hated surprises and I knew she had brought one.
“Spill.” An irritated tone and her smile faltered.
A repressed rage through stoic expression.
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