Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

The kitchen at six in the morning, was bright and cheerful but Zale was scarcely aware of that as she washed her breakfast dishes and laid a fresh place for Abdu. She noticed, instead, the freshly laundered curtains. Everything showed what a good house keeper she was.
      Abdu gave very little thought to such things. He liked comfort, a regular routine and familiar objects where he expected to find them. He took them for granted, going off cheerfully each day to his job at the carpentery shop, coming back at night tired, but still cheerful, accepting Zale and the dinner she served.
   With one last look around, Zale tiptoad up to the spare room where she had laid out her new suit the night before. She dressed quickly, put on her wide-brimmed hat with a pink rose on it and picked up her plastic hand- bag.
     At the door of the spare room, she paused to peer through a partly open bedroom door. Abdu lay in a tangle of sheets, with one dusky arm over his head.
    He looked young and defenceless with his flushed face and parted lips.
(BY KATIE.....)