Lucille walked into his room. Still in his t-shirt and boxers, her hair flowing behind her. A silver strand standing out amongst the rest. She walked closer to him. A cold wind wrapped around them. She leaned forward, her hand tracing the outline of his face, but not touching it. He longed for her to…
The moon had moved into view from their spot on the stairs by the time Lucille could speak coherently. Jake had talked her into going back inside. “Not near the bedroom,” he promised. Leaving Lucille tucked into the couch, he went to the kitchen. Glancing at the leftover pizza, he rolled his eyes and went…
“I’m not trying to upset you,” Jake said, taking her hand, “but there’s two explinations a normal person would come up with for that,” he said gesturing to the living room. “Either you’re banging someone on the couch, or you’re sleeping on it.” Lucille shoved her plate forward. A scowl swept her face. “I know…
Work had been a bear. Lucille tossed her backpack, her purse, and her lunch box – still mostly full of food – onto the passenger’s side. Sitting back into the driver’s seat Lucille folded forward, wrapping her arms around the steering wheel. HR had decided that it was not their place to conduct exit interviews….