Saturday, October 19, 2013

The Performance



Since the day they said ‘I do’ they had done the same ritual. Like actors on the stage they pucker up for set piece kiss as lips brush briefly implying affection. Behind her eyes she is seeing a shopping trip the highlight being a cappuccino in the higher end coffee bar on the High Street. She loved watching Mario’s deft hands create a masterpiece in the milky froth just to please her. As she thought about how the twinkle in his eye made her heart skip the wry smile on her lips was just enough to convince her husband she had heard him say goodbye as he left for the office. 

He closed the door a little too quickly and drove in the wrong direction to a discreet hotel, where Miranda, his secretary, was waiting his arrival and their early morning meeting.




© J Farmer 2013

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