“Don’t come home tonight,” Yolanda cuts off her husband’s attempt at a apology as she strides along the street. She’s glad that he’s not before her, giving her the opportunity to project a ice cool demeanour after she discovered that he has gone back yet again on his promise to avoid damaging their marriage.
The citrus scent, and the underwear lying on the bedroom floor in their Chelsea flat, had been the final straw. She had sneezed for twenty minutes, thanks to her allergies being activated by the fragrance. “I’m taking the kids and going away for a week or two I expect you to have moved out before I come back.” Angry splutterings come across the line but she merely ends the call, glad in a way that the truth is finally out now.
It still hurts her heart a little though, when she sees the screensaver image of her, him and the kids flash up. They were so happy that day, and she doesn’t know quite how she is going to explain the situation to them.
Copyright Emily Morris 2017
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I'm a thirty something woman who lives in the north of England. I have been a writer for as long as I can remember, creating stories both written and verbal since childhood. While studying at Edge Hill College, I got several poems published by a small publisher in the USA, and in Europe. I have been part of several writing groups, and done quite a few courses in a attempt to hone my writing skills further. I love reading different genres of fiction, knowing that the best way to develop my own writing, and my vocabulary is by exposing myself to the different ways that other people choose to describe things.
The most recent writing course that I've been part of, run by a published author, included a exercise in which we were challenged to read things that we would never usually even look at.
It inspired me to take up a challenge. Namely to attempt to read at least one book by every author which is stocked in my local library. I soon realised that I was being far too ambitious, especially given the fact that every library rotates their stock too often for me to keep track.
I've decided to instead attempt to read a book every day, starting with a author whose surname begins with A, and ending with a author whose surname begins with Z. It doesn't matter what the topic of the book is, or if it's fiction or non fiction, everything is useful for me at the minute.
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