Lunch-time came and passed without any disasters.Whilst watching afternoon television the EuroMillions advertisement reminded her that she had forgotten to buy a lottery ticket for that Friday's draw. But, she couldn't go out of the house to get one. She picked up the telephone, selected pre-set telephone number 3 and pressed the dial button. Her call was connected. “Hello; could I speak to Katie please,.” she said. There was a long pause.
She remained on the sofa, in a state of shock until John returned home at the end of a late shift. She couldn't have heard the front door open, because her body jumped, as if shocked with a defibrillator, when she heard John say: “Hi Em, I'm home. Have you had a good day?” as he walked in to the lounge.
Emily couldn't hear what was being said between John and the visitor, but, she feared the worse. John returned to the lounge alone. All the remaining colour had drained from Emily's face. Her breathlessness returned.
John's meal arrived thirty minutes later and he devoured it with his usual gusto. After eating alone in the kitchen, he joined Emily in the lounge. They watched television, for the rest of the evening. Not a word passed between them. Emily was too fearful to talk; especially to John as he didn't listen.
At 11:15 pm. the telephone played its digital ringtone.
“That was Katie, she's coming home straight-away.”
© Elliot Sampford 2014.