The Unspoken Agreement
“I’m just getting a glass of water! Why are you always questioning me? Every time I leave the bedroom, you ask me where I’m going”, Cecelia tossed over her shoulder as she continued down the stairs, muttering to herself, “I’m so thirsty”. Padding into the kitchen, she opened the ‘fridge and took out the Brita pitcher. “He’s so insecure, so crazy”, thought Cecilia. And with that, she stood in front of the picture window and slowly opened her robe. She wondered if he was watching.
Jimmy adjusted his binoculars, stepped back into the shadows of his room grinning to himself.
This is a fictional entry to Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge and a blog hop. http://www.velvetverbosity.com
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