Just One Night
It was dark, she didn’t know what time it was, but it didn’t really matter, no one round here ever went out after dark anyway. The glitter spill of tiny stars were so clear they almost looked like clouds. Tonight was the night.
She was stood in the back door way, her bare toes curled over the threshold, her night dress caught in the gentle sea breeze fluttering against her legs. She took one more lingering look round their living room, the embers were fading in the grate, shadows danced across the walls, clinging to the dying light. She could just about see his chair, opposite hers, by the fireplace, and she felt her heart strings tug at her to go back. But not tonight, tonight was hers. She felt sick, she’d waited too long for this to give up so soon. ‘He’d understand’, she told herself, ‘if i ever had the heart to tell him how much i need this, he’d understand.’ She breathed deep, filling her lungs with resolve and stepped out. It