This is based on the photo below from the FlashFic challenge at Litstack:
Photo by Drew Hoffman
“What the hell happened to you?”
“Look I, I don’t want to talk about it. Things just got a bit out of hand, ok?”
He looked at her pathetically, and tried to slink away upstairs. The fresh black eye stood out a mile, and there was no way she was letting him get away without some kind of explanation.
She strode across the hall and blocked the stairs. He kept walking as if he didn’t want to go up anyway, and almost got away with it without tripping over his feet. He stumbled his way into the living room; she counted to three in her head, collected herself and followed him in.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped. Are you ok?” She asked.
He still had his back to her, hands on hips, head hanging sadly. He took a few steps forward, stopped and slumped down in front of the armchair.
He slowly raised his head, and met her gaze for the first time; there were tears in his eyes. Her anger faded.
As she sat behind him on the chair, she slipped an arm around her poor exhausted husband. The paperwork for that month was still in her hand. She had forgotten it as soon as he had let himself in. She’d been working on them that morning, to distract herself from the fact that he was late.
She leaned into him.
“It’s not working is it, babe?”
He sighed deeply and shook his head.
“I’m sorry. I thought I could make it work”
“I’ve been working it out this morning, here” She handed him a bill and showed him the notebook.
“It’s ok” He started, “I can go back to my old job and-“
“Ssh, don’t worry about that for now. We need to get you out of this game first, and then you need a rest”
He dropped the papers to his lap, and wiped his eyes.
“She was insatiable. No matter what I did, she kept coming back for more”
“So, how did this happen” He flinched as she brushed his bruised eye.
“I tried to slip out of the bed this morning, but she grabbed my foot and I connected with the bedpost. I’m sure she didn’t mean it, but at least it gave me an excuse.”
She held him closer.
“I’m sick of how these women paw over you. We were supposed to be a classy set up, you know? Instead, they just trust treat you like a piece of meat. I’ll call Mrs Ullman, and cancel next week, that was the only booking we had anyway.”
She stayed there for quite some time, just holding him. All of a sudden he stirred.
“No. You know what? If I’m finished then I want to finish on my terms. Don’t worry about calling Mrs Ullman, I’m going to give her a night to remember.”