‘Ed!’ he looks up guilty, slamming shut the laptop. His pyjama clad wife glares at him, hands on hips. ‘Its gone midnight, what the hell are you doing on that thing?’
‘Looking at porn, umm sorry.’ Ed blurts out.
‘No surprises there then,’ she spits and thumps back to bed.
Feeling smug at his quick thinking he opens up the lid and continues arranging Sarah’s 40th party. He wants to surprise her. He doesn’t think she realises how much he loves her.
Upstairs, tears dripping from her cheeks, Sarah pulls a suitcase from the top of the wardrobe and starts packing.
Written for Friday Fictioneers, a 100 word story based on a photo prompt.