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Broken eggs
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The cold winter wind blew through the nearly, empty, dark streets of Seattle. A rather large rat sniffled at the trash bags dumped along the sidewalk. It had found the food it was looking for and was about to bite the bag in pieces when it was alarmed by hurried footsteps coming its way. Huffing and puffing a young woman hasted down the icy street. Turning around the corner she already saw her, their -she thought with a wry smile- apartment. Carrying groceries at this time of the night with the slippery pavement was maybe not the brightest idea Michael came up with, but he did really want Bella’s homemade lemon meringue pie. So Bella suggested getting the ingredients while Michael watched the mariners game. Bella was almost at the front door when she slipped, causing her to fall…
Michael was sprawled across the tiny couch. He had a bottle of beer in his right hand and the remote control in his left while muttering words of encouragement at the television. He heard the lock turn and the door close silently but didn’t bother to look up, he was too buzzy concentrating on the game. When he heard Bella’s boots squeak against the floor boards he instantly became irritated.
A quit “Hi”¯ came from behind him and he grunted in response, not taking his eyes off the TV. Bella stood there for a second and sighed turning on her heel towards the bathroom when she heard a howl of laughter. She stopped and faced Michael looking sad. He was shaking while he tried to contain his laughs. “Did you piss of some chickens of something?”¯ he gulfed, tears streaming down his overly large face.
“I- I fell and broke the eggs. I won’t be able to make the pie, please don’t be angry.”¯ Bella said, her eyes down casted.
Michael watched some egg yolk drip down her small nose and began to feel a bit sorry for her. He put down his beer and the remote control and walked over to where his fiancée stood, trembling from the cold outside. He lifted his beefy hand to her cheek and brushed her sticky hair behind her ear.
“Don’t worry babe”¯ he soothed. “I can always wait for the pie until tomorrow, I’m not angry.”¯ He smiled sadly. He wiped his sticky fingers on Bella’s jeans and turned back to walk to the TV again. ”¯Oh and babe, could you get me another beer?”¯ he said before turning the volume up.
“Sure…”¯ Bella muttered and tossed him another bottle from the fridge. “I’m going to take a quick shower and then go to bed.”¯
“Ok, don’t wait up. I’m probably stopping by Tyler, I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”¯ Mike said a bit awkwardly.
“Well be careful and have fun then.”¯ Bella said as she walked into the bathroom.
“Oh I will, more then you know.”¯ Michael muttered an evil glint in his eyes at the prospect of seeing Jessica again.
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