The New Husband

This week http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/ are asking for a piece that includes the word ‘band’ with the definition ‘to gather together/unite’.

I’d spent the entire morning at work thinking about you. And about the amazing sex we’d had the night before. I couldn’t wait to get home to you.

My wife.

I couldn’t believe we were finally married. I was floating on clouds of happiness.

On my lunch break, I had to go into town to pick up our wedding album from the photographer’s studio. We couldn’t wait to see the pictures.

But now you never will.

The afternoon back at the office dragged, and I noticed my honeymoon tan was starting to fade.

We hadn’t had much sleep the night before, and I was shattered. A glum afternoon.

As soon as the big hand on the clock signalled 5pm, I logged out of my computer, packed my things up, and left to get home to you.

I was so looking forward to giving you a ‘hello’ kiss, smelling that wonderful smell of your hair, and looking at our wedding photos together.

When I got home, you weren’t there. I went into the bedroom, your clothes were gone. Your toothbrush was gone from the bathroom.

I racked my brains to try and think if I’d forgotten you were going away. I went into the kitchen to get the phone, and that’s when I saw it, glinting in the early evening sun.

Your wedding ring. The ring that was supposed to band us together for all of eternity. Just lying there on the window ledge. Next to the washing up liquid. Looking distinctly out of place.

This Charming Man

Haven’t done one of these in a while! This week’s http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/ is to include the word ‘charm’ in a 33-333 word piece, using the definition ‘to control an animal, typically by charms’. 

I first met him in the East.

I travelled a lot when I was younger. I saw temples, and jungles, and great rivers, and many a paradise. I adored animals, and got to feed chimpanzees, ride an elephant, and swim with dolphins (and lots of plankton).

That’s what first drew me to him. The beautiful snake wrapped around his shoulders. I’d seen men like him before, with an upturned hat by the dusty roadside. But this was different. We were in a bar, for one. He was stood there, leaning against the wall, pint in one hand, snake in the other. It was certainly an ice breaker. We got chatting, I stroked the snake – Giles, it was called – and we danced to The Smiths. I’d known a few charmers in my time (ha), but never one quite like him.

He treated me like royalty. We travelled together for six months. He bought me exquisite shawls, treated me to delicious meals in India, and Morocco, and Monte Carlo. We saw the world together. He loved animals too, and we rode camels together across the desert. He was my perfect man. My Prince Charming. As my mother used to say, he could charm the birds from the trees.

We returned to England together, one rainy autumn day. We checked into a hotel, exhausted, but happy, and excited to start our new life together.

When I woke up the next morning, he was gone.

I never saw him again.