PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Ann Hall for this week’s Friday Fictioneers
Firmly, she held my hand leading me into the study.
The tension, blatantly tangible.
A lump manifest in my throat… my heart quickened.
With contrived aplomb, she waved me forward, as if addressing royalty.
“There they are!”
Oh dear… they… are… ugly.
Spotlight on me, I swallowed discreetly.
She waited… underlying tension lay between us…projecting her desired response.
Knowing lying contorts my insides, meekly, I offered…
“Thought you said you’d only bought a few.”
Her face dropped to a sullen sag.
“I thought you’d like them!” she spat.
“But they’re yours.”
“It only matters that you like them!”