TUESDAY TALES - FOOLISH

 

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This week our word prompt is "foolish". We have another excerpt from "Two of Hearts." Don't forgegt to hop on over and read all the excellent Tuesday Tales by our talented authors. Find them HERE.

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Terry frowned as he opened the door to his empty apartment. The barking pug greeted him, her little legs stiff as she made sure he wasn’t an intruder. Then the wiggly canine licked his face and ran all around the house, showing him how happy she was that he’d returned safe and sound. Terry smiled. The animal was simply too hilarious to ignore.

 He pulled a plastic container from the freezer, then opened a beer. During their five years of marriage, Clare had become a fabulous cook. She’d worked like a lunatic to leave him meals in the freezer before she left. He flipped on the news and put the food in the microwave. While he listened, he fed Queenie and drank his brew. His cell rang. 

“Clare, baby! How are you?” He stretched out, resting his feet on the coffee table.

“Aces. You? You okay?”

“Fine. Busy.”

“Are you going to bridge tonight?” she asked.

“Of course. Some things have to stay the same.”

“You getting a new partner?”

“Al said he knew someone, but I don’t know. We’ll see how it goes. How was your flight?”

“Fine. No problems.”

“And the class? The people?” He held his breath, waiting to hear her say she wanted to come home, but she didn't. 

“Amazing! There are fifteen people in this class,” she began.

Terry put his feet back on the floor, and sucked down the lager. Queenie hopped up on the sofa and snuggled in. He listened, throwing in an occasional interjection so she’d know he was still there. The excitement in Clare’s voice dampened his spirits. Nope, she wouldn’t be coming home any time soon. It had been foolish to hope. 

When she hung up, he patted himself on the back for being a good husband, but it didn’t help. The word “stupid” came to mind, so he shifted his attention to the tube, and his dinner.

Grabbing keys from the front hall table, Terry faced the dog.

“I’m going to the bridge club, Queenie. Guard the house, okay?” He petted the cheerful pup and headed out the door. 

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