“Can you come here for a second?” Carolyn called out to her husband, Greg, who was sitting in the living room watching the basketball game.
This was never a good sign, Greg knew. It usually meant that she was going to point something out to him. Something he said he would do, but didn’t. Something he did do, but not to her satisfaction. Maybe the dishes he washed weren’t clean enough. Or he left the light on in the bathroom…again. Or he forgot to clean out the cat’s litter box. Whatever it was, he was not looking forward to getting lectured yet again.
Carolyn was in the kitchen when she called him. Had he forgotten that it was his week to clean the coffeemaker? Did he not remember to go through the refrigerator and throw out any older leftovers before taking the trash out to the curb? It was probably that bulb in the stove vent hood that burned out and that he’d promise to replace.
“Hey, hon, what’s up?” Greg asked, standing just outside the kitchen door and trying to sound both innocent and helpful.
“Come over here,” she said, pointing to the floor right in front of her. She was standing just in front of the gas range against the wall.
Damn, I was supposed to clean the burners on the cooktop, wasn’t I? Greg thought. He rather sheepishly moved closer to Carolyn until there were only about nine inches separating them.
“So?” he said, “what do you need?”
“I need to tell you something that I don’t say often enough. I need to tell you that I love you.” And with that, Carolyn reached out to Greg, pulled him close, gave him a big hug, and then kissed him deeply.
Written for this week’s Time To Write Sentence Starter prompt from Rachel Poli.