Stumbling through the front door, he removed his shoes before shuffling to the hall powder room where he would make best efforts to wash away telltale remnants of the evening, before slowly climbing the creaking stairs and cautiously slipping beneath the covers.He exhaled slowly.
The empty bed whispered “Goodbye”.
Mike Shields is a writer, speaker, observer, and reasonably good listener.
nice!
Thanks Joanna.
What a delicious twist at the end!
Appreciate the read, thanks.
Perfect ending!
Thanks Mike.