This week’s writing prompts are taken from William Boyd’s Restless, my current read.
Jenny tossed her car keys into the bowl on the hall table and toed off her high heels. That was better. She needed to stop wearing heels to work. The hours she worked, comfort should overcome vanity.
A smell of charred bread wafted from the kitchen.
‘What’s burning?’ she called, striding towards the disaster.
‘It’s ok, Jenn, I rescued it in time, no harm done.’ Greg waved the buttered toast at her before taking another bite.
‘But why are you even eating? I’m about to get dinner.’ She was starving, having survived on coffee all day.
‘No time for dinner,’ he grunted. ‘I’m off out, remember?’
Yes, she did remember. He’d mentioned it a couple of days ago. His mood was odd that evening, hesitant, as if there was something more he wanted to say. He’d been quiet last night too, but Jenny had been engrossed in her bring-home work and paid no attention.
Now here he stood, her lodger of two years who could make her laugh, take her out of herself. To the extent she had thought perhaps, the two of them … and why not?
She smiled. ‘It’s Friday. Can’t tempt you with a good bottle of red and Netflix?’
He shifted from foot to foot, swallowed the last of the toast.
‘Sorry, Jenn. Off out with Kate – the new girl from work.’ His ears turned pink. ‘Our first date.’
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