One Final Night
By Wendy L. Young
Published at Smashwords.com
Copyright © 2011 by Wendy L. Young
All Rights Reserved. This book may not be reproduced, transmitted, or stored in whole or in part by any means, including graphic, electronic, or mechanical without the express written consent of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
The smell of the uneaten dinner filled the house, but Melanie Chapman paid it little mind as she busied herself cleaning up the mess. Her husband Paul had left on a simple trip to get milk for biscuits but had now been gone more than an hour. No Paul; no update; no biscuits. Any hint of worry was resolutely pushed aside in favor of comforting rage, matching the thunderous storm outside the window.
They had a comfortable life together. He managed major construction projects, putting together deals and watching bottom lines. She was a nursing supervisor in a cardiac unit. Three kids, a nice house, and twice-yearly vacations showed the world a happy family.
To the world they seemed perfect, but in reality nothing worked for them anymore. It would be fitting if his car broke too, she thought. That would be nicely symbolic of their marriage.
Mel eyed dinner. Lemon chicken, wild rice, green beans, boiled potatoes – and the biscuits she couldn’t make – were an attempt at a peace offering. It was the latest in a series of such offerings, from both of them, that seemed fated to fail, as if nothing could possibly bridge the gap between them.