Wednesday, May 15, 2013

100 Words a Day 270

She was reclining when he entered the room.

“Hey, what’s up?” he ask.

“I feel sick,” she moaned.

“What’s wrong?” a look of concern crossed his face as he said the words.

“Nauseous” was all she replied before rolling over.

“Did you eat something?”

“No. I didn’t eat anything weird.”

“Maybe it the weather and the sudden stress relief.”

“Maybe” she replied, hoping her desire to be left alone would be made evident by her annoyance.

Shrugging at her tone, he put his bag down and took his shoes off. With a sigh he prepared to tackle the dirty dishes.

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