TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "HAND"

Hello, welcome to Tuesday Tales where authors write stories to word prompts. The word prompt this week is "hand". My excerpt is from "Two of Hearts". When you've finished reading my story, please hop on over to the other authors works. You'll find them HERE  

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Terry walked in a different direction so he wouldn’t run into Jen. The last thing he needed was to be explaining why he couldn’t reach his wife last night or the night before. A simple text telling him she was still alive kept him from worrying. But his plans to fly to L.A. that weekend turned to dust. 

His bad mood hovered over him like a rain cloud. He scowled at people on the train and hurried into his office with barely audible greetings for his staff. He opened his Starbucks coffee and leaned back in his chair. As confused as angry, he had no clue, what was happening. One minute he was having awesome Skype sex with his wife, and the next she wasn’t answering his calls.

Since she texted him, he decided that would have to be his mode of communication.

 

                 Can get cheap fare to you this weekend. Will take two days off to make it

                 four days. Does this work for you?

 

   She’d still be sleeping, so he’d have to wait for an answer.  Terry turned his attention to his work. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t stop checking his phone every few minutes. After two hours of starting several projects and not finishing any, he threw his papers on the desk and exhaled. Today would be a nonwork day. Disgusted with himself and his wife, he pushed to his feet and went to the window. The walls closed in on him, stealing his breath. No way could he wait out the day.

   Back at his desk, he looked up Mask of Gregorio, the movie he’d wanted to see with Clare. It was playing in his neighborhood theater. The next showing was in forty-five minutes. Perfect! He’d buy a sandwich, go to the movie, then go home afterward. He sent an email to his partner, raised his hand asd goodbye to his staff and left. 

   In the movies, he couldn’t check his phone every two seconds. Settled comfortably in the reclining seats, he unwrapped his sandwich and directed his attention to the screen. His shoulder muscles relaxed against the cushiony faux-leather. After the coming attractions, the suspenseful movie filled the screen, totally occupying his mind.  

   Two and a half hours away from work and worry relieved his mind. He smiled and rose from his seat. Turning on his phone, he was surprised to find both a text and a voicemail. His grin widened. Clare must be feeling guilty. He checked the text first.

 

                 Call me tonight. Eight my time.

 

His brow furrowed. If she wanted to talk to him, then who could the voicemail be from?

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