At dawn, he got up for his usual cup of tea. She followed him to the kitchen, anxious to see his reaction. But his face was blank and all he said was, “You’re up early. You don’t normally bother.”
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After he was asleep, she crept downstairs, carefully avoiding the squeaky step. In the kitchen, she eased open the drawer where she’d hidden party balloons, streamers, and happy birthday bunting. Silently she taped the decorations in place, making sure the effect would be celebratory and spontaneous. Then she tiptoed back upstairs and slipped into bed, reassured by the sound of snoring.
At dawn, he got up for his usual cup of tea. She followed him to the kitchen, anxious to see his reaction. But his face was blank and all he said was, “You’re up early. You don’t normally bother.”
Pamela Kennedy
30/7/2021 07:29:10 am
Aw! That was not the reaction she was hoping for.
Elizabeth Zahn
30/7/2021 04:51:57 pm
I could feel the crush of disappointment.
Sue Clayton
31/7/2021 06:02:16 am
I don't hear her singing "Happy birthday to you..."
Maxine Houghton
1/8/2021 04:55:59 pm
Such anticipation, followed by a relatable sense of disappointment. I hope he manages a little more joy after his caffeine hit. If not, I’d be keeping the cake for myself. Comments are closed.
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