140 Words #7

My train of thought was interrupted as he came through the door with a bag of sandwiches that he threw onto the bed before me, like an animal that had gone hunting for food and proudly returned with its prey.

‘So… what’s going to happen now?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I do one more show here and then I’m on the road for the next foreseeable future. So what I mean is…’ he paused and smiled to himself before sitting down on the bed next to me, breaking into Sinatra-like crooning, ‘What now, my love?’

‘What do you want?’ I asked, throwing the ball back in his court. As he took a breath to answer, there was a knock on the door, leaving the question hanging in thin air, cluttering up the room – making it appear small and dense.

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