Normal morning. No crazy sinuses, no odd good mood, just a stumble out of bed and setting the coffee pot to brewing. Let’s just start the day before anything crazy happens. Writing prompt in 1…2…3…
Not bad. I can’t lie after yesterday a bit of a let down but I do like the character. This week seems to be full of characters.
Thursday, December 22nd: A white robe hung from the hook on the back of the door.
A white robe hung from a hook on the back of the door. It looked soft, inviting and Amy thought ‘why not.’ It had been a while since she had indulged in anything soft and cuddly and she was now on vacation. She toweled off and dressed in her pajamas piling her wet hair on top of her head and holding it in place with a clip so it wouldn’t get her back all wet. She slipped on the robe. It was soft but smelled of industrial detergent and immediately Amy wondered how many other people had worn this hotel bathrobe. She thought of the steamy shower she just took and how even though she dressed after not everyone would.
Suddenly feeling creeped out by the robe she slipped it off and hung it back on the hook on the back of the door. She opened the door and let in a puff of cooler air, the steam from her shower escaping into the room.
Aly left the bathroom behind and tried to forget about the robe. She smiled. On this trip there were a great many things she was trying to forget about. Adding the robe to the list was an easy one.
She looked over to the ice bucket and saw the chilled champagne sticking out of the top. There was a card with it. She knew more or less what it would say and she had no desire to see the words. There were two champagne flutes with the bottle there were frosted hearts etched into the glass.
‘Oh year, that is going to make the forgetting easy.’ Deciding to indulge if for no other reason than she couldn’t remember the last time she had champagne, Aly opened the bottle and poured herself a glass. She took a sip. It was a dry champagne rather than an overly sweet one and she thought for a second that she might have taste almonds. It was nothing more than a back note but for a moment she indulged in the thought of someone slipping poison into the bottle to kill her.
She vaguely recalled some poison smelling like bitter almonds but she couldn’t remember which at the moment. ‘Besides this isn’t bitter,’ she told herself. The almond back note was warm toasty and rich. It was a light night that complemented the fizzing wine well. She took the glass to the glass doors of the balcony and opened them. The night air was warm and sultry. It caressed her skin and brought a slight flush to her skin in the first few moments of exposure.
‘Maybe it’s the champagne,’ she thought. How long had it been since she indulged? Kevin hated alcohol of any sort and thought it set a bad impression to be seen drinking it. He hadn’t taken a sip of the glass at their wedding and she didn’t think she had a sip since.
Amy remembered liking the occasional cocktail before, but it had ever been a big draw for her and easy to give up when she married Kevin. Besides she was too busy to meet up with any of her old friends any more. Between work where she steadily climbed the ranks and managing everything else there simply wasn’t time to sit back and relax. Kevin’s job demanded a large amount of socialization and as his wife, Kevin expected her to handle all of the details.
She added it to her to do list and in truth it wasn’t that onerous. She had a fleet of experts on speed dial and was on a fires name basis with every decent caterer and florist in town. It had been how she found out Kevin was planning to leave her actually. One of the florist she routinely used for his events confused the paperwork.
Ten til Midnight 