The church clock struck midnight, brining Nancy awake with a jump. She sat up in the darkness, listening for the familiar bark of Bullseye, the creaking of the stairs as they protested under his weight.
Nothing.
All she could hear was the rain pounding against the windows and the howl of the wind through the trees.
She huddled under the bedclothes, questions filling her mind as they did everynight.
Where was he? Was he working? Was he with somene else?
She cursed herself for having so many doubts. Why was she always so worried, so possesive of him when he wasn't there? Why did she push him away when all she wanted was to be close to him?
As the church clock struck midnight Bill made his swift exit over the back wall of an estate, a feeling of satisfation settled in his stomach as he heard a lady's anguished cry at the discovery of her jewllery missing.
As he made his way back to Old Nicole Street, rain soaking him to the skin, he wondered what she was doing at this moment in time.
Was she waiting for him like a good wife does? Was she sleeping in his bed? Or was she sleeping in someone elses?
He kicked a stone as he forced the anger that so often clouded his thinking out of his head. Why did he get so jelous when other men just glanced her way? Why could he never find a way to tell her how he felt about her?
Bullseye barked. The stairs creaked. He silently entered the room. She silently said hello.
He silently got into bed. She silently turned away.
In the late of night they both silently said I love you.
Nothing.
All she could hear was the rain pounding against the windows and the howl of the wind through the trees.
She huddled under the bedclothes, questions filling her mind as they did everynight.
Where was he? Was he working? Was he with somene else?
She cursed herself for having so many doubts. Why was she always so worried, so possesive of him when he wasn't there? Why did she push him away when all she wanted was to be close to him?
As the church clock struck midnight Bill made his swift exit over the back wall of an estate, a feeling of satisfation settled in his stomach as he heard a lady's anguished cry at the discovery of her jewllery missing.
As he made his way back to Old Nicole Street, rain soaking him to the skin, he wondered what she was doing at this moment in time.
Was she waiting for him like a good wife does? Was she sleeping in his bed? Or was she sleeping in someone elses?
He kicked a stone as he forced the anger that so often clouded his thinking out of his head. Why did he get so jelous when other men just glanced her way? Why could he never find a way to tell her how he felt about her?
Bullseye barked. The stairs creaked. He silently entered the room. She silently said hello.
He silently got into bed. She silently turned away.
In the late of night they both silently said I love you.
