A Sunny Afternoon

 Admiring the polished table, with all scratch marks gone, and the freshly painted walls shining in the afternoon sun, she thought wistfully, “Oh, so, that’s what he’s been up to, for her.” Thinking of his nimble fingers, a shiver ran through her spine. He was always good with his hands, if he wanted to, in so many ways. Suddenly, it was too cosy with the fire in the fireplace and the laughter coming from the kitchen, that she gasped for air. Throwing the signed papers on the table, with teary eyes, she ran out to the solace of her car.

He was getting the tray ready with great care, as he wanted nothing to go wrong. Their silver teapot, bone china cups and silverware, were all polished to perfection that he could see his reflection in the glass, he tussled his hair a bit the way she liked. Putting the sliced cake on the tray, he switched off the TV. Suddenly it was very quiet. What a bonfire it would be, he smiled, their favourite cake, and the papers, they’d shred together. There was no one in the room, surprised, he came outside, and saw her car speeding towards him.

I had seen her in tears so many times, but today the emotion she held was hard for me to fathom. I was restless to see what she was going to do next, but, she just sat on the seat and instead of crying, kept looking outside. Her hands held the steering wheel so tightly, that her knuckles shone like porcelain. Suddenly I felt the pressure of her foot on the accelerator, and was shocked to feel the release of the brakes, and the momentum, as we all collided on the veranda, she and I, and the man she loved.

In response to 

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The brief was to write three stories from three different points of view.

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