Coffee House Stories (7)
Prompt "Witholding"
By sloanranger
He was late. Again.
This was unacceptable, Julie thought, completely unacceptable. She closed the oven door and tapped her small foot on the floor.
Hearing the Volvo pull into the driveway, the young woman checked her lipstick, smiling at the small mirror she kept hanging on the inside of the broom closet door.
"Where have you been?" Julie said, her voice rising precipitously on the last word as Ken entered the kitchen.
"I stopped for Pouilly-Fume," her husband said, and took the wine bottle from a paper bag and set it on the table.
"I shall be withholding sex," she stated evenly.
"Really?" Countered her husband. "Well," he said, after a pause and pulling the wine from the table, "No Pouilly-Fume for you."
"We're not just talking missionary, here," Julie countered.
"You don't mean... ?" His unspoken question hung in the air.
"That's right," she said, answering with emphasis on each word, "Toes ... too."
Grinning, but with a hang-dog expression, he sighed deeply and slowly slid the wine bottle back onto the table.
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Coffee House Stories @Flash Fiction
RomanceI often attend prompt-writing sessions at a coffee shop downtown. Given prompts and 10-13 minutes to write - these are the results. VERY short, I hope you'll like them.
