The Blue Dress

Fandango, and another great prompt. ”Sober”.

‘It doesn’t matter that I’m not sober,’ Sam said. ‘I’ve had a stressful day.’

Maisie shrunk back in the doorway, as she went back to finish tidying the front room. She busied herself with a duster. After everything was done, she picked up two empty cups to put them in the dishwasher.

‘Where did you go? I was talking to you,’ Sam said.

Taking a deep breath, and pasting on a smile, Masie counted to ten in her head. ‘I was tidying up the front room, don’t forget James, and Sadie are coming round tonight.’

‘Oh, well you’d better get ready then, don’t want you embarrassing me like last time. Wear the blue dress, you look good in that.’

Masie ignored the stomach ache, and rinsed the cups under cold water. She let it run a little longer, as the cool water grounded her in the moment. Her new kitchen just what she wanted, but part of her missed the old style worktops.

‘You might be right.’

Her blue, silk dress, hung at the front of the walk in wardrobe. It was cold against her skin, fit her too tight around the waist, but Sam loved the way she looked in it. She was lucky, to be married, and her news stayed a secret inside her.

Soon she wouldn’t be able to wear this dress, but tonight wasn’t the best night to tell him. She would wait till tomorrow, maybe cook him his favourite meal. They hadn’t planned to have children, but now it was here, maybe this would be the best thing for everybody.

She turned around, and outwardly, nothing had changed.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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