Picture it and Write: Wife
Hi there! This is my offering for this week’s picture it and Write for Ermilia’s blog here. Once again the picture is not mine, it is by Lily Little at flicker, I only use it for inspiration. Anyway, enjoy.
“So this is what married life is like?” Carl spoke softly to himself.
Denise was still in bed, the covers wrapped around her naked body. She must have been exhausted after all of the hullabaloo of the day before.
Funny; he thought, things felt different. He had noticed it the night before. Whenever he referred to his new scenario
“Would you like to meet my wife?”
“My wife will be along shortly?”
“I am just going to go and get my wife.”
Every time he said that word he could feel a tingle, it reinforced a feeling that had kept him walking on air for the whole of the day.
But strangely, as far as he could see nothing had changed. She looked the same, he glanced at the mirror, and he looked the same too. Denise still did that thing with her hips when they made love, she still snored and drooled when sleeping, and she still mumbled unconscionable swearwords in her sleep. Everything he loved about her was still the same, but something had changed.
“Carl! Are you just going to stand there gawking or are you going to say something?” Denise must have been faking it.
“Hi honey! I was just down in the local shop, I’ve got your magazine.” He placed the glossy down on the bed. She reached from beneath the sheets to grab them and then lay down on her stomach, letting the morning sun play on the pages she was perusing. Carl said some more, “I also checked with the front desk, if you want I can bring you up some breakfast from the restaurant. They have french toast, your favourite.”
“Yeah!” She said in that mischievous way that made him smile and got back to her reading. Carl turned to go.
“Oh Husband!” She called just as he was opening the door. Carl looked back, Denise had paused for a second, the same grin on her face that he had saying wife, “Could you bring up some bacon with that, and sausages and beans? I was three months starving myself to fit into that thing.” She gestured at the wedding dress rumpled on the chair “I want to make up for lost time.”
“OK Wife!” Carl said and grinned. Denise grinned back and then returned to her reading.
As he walked down the hallway towards the lift, Carl thought again about the change.
Everything was the same as far as he could tell, but they seemed different, as if the word wife made it all new.
It was better, he thought. Yeah, much better.