Gavin Holt’s (The long suffering husband) Fiction.The envelope sits on the table.
The house is cold and dark. It is early evening, the sun has set and twilight is dwindling. Everything is quiet. Everything is in its place. The bedroom is immaculate. All his things are away in his drawers and wardrobe, all neat and tidy. The blanket he slept under is folded neatly on the couch. The envelope sits on the table.
The kitchen is clean. The breakfast dishes were washed and put away before he left. His house key and wallet are next to the phone, neatly on the sideboard. The answering machine blinks silently to the empty lounge. The envelope sits on the table.
She heard the message yesterday. She knows what is in the envelope. He didn’t go to work. She knows what is in the envelope. His clothes are away, the suitcases are in the cupboard and his wallet is on the sideboard. She knows what is in the envelope. She sits in the kitchen, in the dark, alone, not daring to make a sound. She stares at it on the table. She knows what is in the envelope. She can’t open it. She won’t! She doesn’t need to read it. She’ll just wait here in the dark. As long as she doesn’t open it he is safe. She is safe, as long as the envelope sits on the table.
She knows what is in the envelope.
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