Saturday 24 November 2012

The One with the Everyday Life


Days past, and Erik fell into a routine. He would wake early, leave his sleeping wife in bed, and then eat a bowl of rather tasteless cornflakes. All the while, he was mentally preparing for his job. Organ donor sounded horrible as it is, yet he was now the grunt. Forced to write others paperwork, collect coffee and clean up after others. 


Even the carpool wasn't top of the mill. 


Each morning, after her husband had left, Temperance would head to the local beach for a early morning swim. After watching Marty Keaton die, she had been reluctant to visit the local pool once more. 


Besides, what could go wrong by swimming in the ocean?


This was followed by her nap, as she tried to gain a tan without the use of a machine. 


"Ew." Temperance said, as she threw up on the ground. She rubbed her stomach  as she tried not to vomit again, Why was she suddenly feeling so light headed? With a brief notion to not tell her husband (who would freak and then try and give her every test possible) she sat back down and fell back to sleep.  

Ah! Golden Brown. 

"Erik?" She mumbled, as she looked at the caller ID. She looked around, wondering if he was there, before placing the object to her ear. "Why aren't you at work?"


"The park?" She questioned, as he ignored her question. "Erik, is this some sort of game? Fine. Okay. I'll be right there."


Hour later, and the two sat in the park. Temperance couldn't believe her husband - who had brought her there in order to spoil her for their year anniversary. They ate the watermelon, they joked about the past and they watched the stars. It was almost perfect - which is something neither had felt for a long time. 


Later, as Erik pushed Temperance on the swings, they both knew that neither wanted that night to end. The night there were no worries about money, or about how they would eat. 



That evening, as they made it home, Temperance felt as ill as she had at the beach. She tried to hide the fact, as Erik played around with his telescope in the back garden. What was wrong with her? Could she really be ill?


Now... this?

This could complicate things. 








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