Short Story Preview: If
Tess hadn’t planned it. Monday could have had a theme tune simple enough to sing around the house.
If, on Sunday night, she hadn’t been afraid to call Peter and hear the inconvenience in the word “Mum”. If George had turned that morning to wave or smile on his way out, or the hoover hadn’t cut out the second she plugged it in.
If she’d been more of a woman and less of a lady.
It wasn’t a decision, but a moment: capricious, flung together, streamlined. It just began, in the bedroom, with a chenille dressing gown untied and hung behind a door, followed by a quick scrabble at the bottom of the wardrobe for perfect shoes. The barely worn pair, in fact, that George called cheap – on account of their kitten heels and silver straps jewelled with “gold”. Like the necklace she fastened they were cheating of course, but in circumstances like these it was important to hold one’s head high.
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