Robin Wrigley
champagne
Glove between his teeth, James fumbled with
his door key while trying not to lose his grip on the Tesco ‘Bag for Life’. The
blasted key fought against going home. The phone continued to ring. He was very
close to tears.
By
the time he managed to turn the key and squeeze past the artificial Christmas
tree the phone had stopped ringing. He put the ‘special offer’ of champagne and
truffles in the fridge, checked the turkey crown in the oven then switched on
the answer machine.
Angela’s voice crackled, “Sorry love ‘fraid I can’t make it.”
Not
another year!
About the author
Robin is a member of the Wimborne Writers’ Group where he has been attending for
the last three years. His background is that of topographical surveyor and oil
exploration country manager working worldwide.
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