“Calm, calm” she said to herself, through metaphorically gritted teeth, “stay meek, not the time to remember that ‘marriage is a field of battle & not a bed of roses’ thing, not now” And she followed him, eyes downcast, her hand in his, past the Captain’s table and out of the Paradise restaurant, conscious of the eyes of most of the other passengers on them – either condemning him for such an ill-mannered display of temper, or pitying her – pitying! – for having such an ugly, inconsiderate brute of a husband. She was certainly having second thoughts – hadn’t realised he had such a propensity for argument, was so touchy and inclined to violent abuse ... but she was stuck with him now, at least for the duration.
Once in their cabin, safe from prying eyes, she snatched her hand out of his, stopped just inside the door, hands now on hips, eyes currently more green than grey and glared at him. “Just what the fuck was all that in aid of?”
He turned and faced her, laughing. “I knew you’d be asking that.”
[Today's Thinking Ten prompt fitted nicely with an idea I had for a snippet of plot for 'Not wanted on Voyage']
Sounds like they're only playing at being a couple but they don't have the same script. Interesting!
ReplyDeleteHow curious! You've piqued my interest, and I'd like to know the whole story of this couple.
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