For the first time in weeks, Fiona Jenkins for a quiet moment to herself. Lucas was preoccupied with other things, leaving his wife to her own devices. A slow smile spread across her features as she tip-toed up the stairs, slipping into his study just opposite to the bedroom. She knew full well she wasn’t allowed in here but that was half the fun of it. Her blue eyes scanned around the room until her eyes found the bookcase that wasn’t to be touched.
So much knowledge in these books! Yet it was forbidden for her to know what lay between these pages. Her fingers twitched slightly as she paused before the spines of the books. It hadn’t stopped her before. Just one peek, that’s what she always told herself.
Her knees bent and Fiona stared intently at the titles. Her fingers reached out but she’d barely brushed the title of the book she wanted when a voice behind her cause her to spring back to standing again. “Fi, what are you doing?”
Lucas was cross with her; she could see it in his expression.
“Nothing!” Fiona insisted, immediately taking three steps away from the bookcase in question. “Just making sure everything was in order.” The lie was flimsy and she blushed from the shame of it.
“Please, I don’t have time for your lying today, Fiona,” The fact that he used her full name meant she was in trouble. “I’ve told you, those books can’t be touched.”
“I know, I just-”
“Do you remember why we had to come here?” Of course she remembered. She bit her lower lip, shoulders slumping at the memory. “We can’t have a repeat of last time.”
“But Lucas-”
“Not now Fiona.” His own expression softened as he touched her cheek. “Why don’t you go downstairs and unpack a few more boxes, hm?” He knew it wasn’t what she wanted to do but, like an obidiant child, the woman would listen to him. Her feet shuffled out of the room and he sighed aloud.
No, he wouldn’t let a repeat of last time happen. His fists clenched and then opened again before he sat down at his desk.
As Fiona trudged down the steps, one of the shadows in the corner shifted before falling still again, unnoticed and lurking in the silence.
I see from your archives that you are anticipating apartment life. Or do you already have it. Nice prose work.
I don’t plan on owning apartment life- I’ve got three expansions already and that’s as much space as I have for Sims on my laptop XD
Wow! You put me right at the scene and made a discussion over a bookcase very interesting! You are a wonderful writer!!!