Hidden Treasures :#tuesdayuseitinasentence : Glass

Jewellery box

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‘Your washing-up is dreadful,’ said Suzy holding up a cereal bowl, flicking specks of dried cornflakes from the surface with her thumbnail.

Gordy smiled, leaned back in his seat, hands linked behind his head. He always looked relaxed, even when he had no right to. She pressed her nails into her palm but said nothing.

‘Well,’ he said, ‘maybe I should stop doing it then. Be left to things more befitting my skillset.’

‘What like? Drinking cheap lager and watching football all day?’ She couldn’t keep the snap from her voice.

He shrugged. ‘We all have areas where we excel.’

‘You are not getting out of  washing-up.’

He closed his eyes, gave another slow shrug. ‘Then you’re gonna keep finding mucky plates.’

Suzy could cope with the grease smeared plates, the coffee tide marks round the tops of the mugs – because she was waiting. Waiting for the last item that would complete her collection.

Already tucked in her jewellery box was a receipt she’d found in Gordy’s pocket for a meal of lobster, champagne and truffles she had never tasted, the time stamp for precisely when he was supposedly in the office. There had been the perfume – too flowery for her, too modern for his mother – drifting from his suit, so filling the lounge with the scent of strange young women, Suzy kept turning suddenly, hoping to catch one in the corner of her eye. There had been strands of hair on the sofa – long and fair while her’s was cropped and dark – lengths of golden thread now spun round a pencil for safe keeping beside the restaurant receipt.

Still she waited for the last piece of evidence she was sure his own laziness would deliver. A glass, poorly washed, a lurid pink splash of lipstick on the rim.

And when she had that, she would claim her prize.

 


Written for Stepahnie at Word Adventure’s #tuesdayuseitinasentence. See the word, today it’s GLASS – and write a post on that theme. See here to read the other tales and to play along.

 

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18 thoughts on “Hidden Treasures :#tuesdayuseitinasentence : Glass

    1. I think her prize is to have what she feels is cast iron evidence of his betrayal that she can present to him, to watch his face when he knows he’s been caught. But then maybe he’ll just get better at washing-up! Thanks Joy 🙂

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      1. I know what you mean, sometimes relationships get so bad that each one just wants to prove that they’re right. But he’ll never mend his ways — she’s better off without him!

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  1. Well… either she’s one person who believes in revenge is best served cold or she’s stronger than I could ever be. Because putting up with this type of crap would get the best of anyone (woman or man?).
    What you’ve done with this is yet again impressive; I felt her frustration, her annoyance… and even the calculation as painful as it must be.
    Thanks and wow…

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    1. Always lovely to take part in the prompt, Stephanie 🙂 And yes, I think she’s gone onto ‘simmer’ mode, waiting til the time is right before she lets lose. I wouldn’t want to be around when she does 🙂 Thanks very much for reading

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  2. I agree, she has far more patience that I, but then she might want the revenge of removing his smug smile with every piece of evidence, and at the same time, win, I hope, a big divorce settlement.
    As always, riveting and with the nice twist — like the twist of lime with my water.

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    1. Thank you so much Walt! Yes, funny where the mind wanders to. You should have read the first idea, all about a bewitched glassblower. Strange and dusty paths our subconscious’ meanders down 🙂

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