Gemotions

The rain hammered against the windows, a rhythmic percussion that matched the beat of Chloe's heart. It had been an awful day at work, but the world was at peace now. She lit a fire in the fireplace, the flames casting dancing shadows on the walls of their cozy living room. Richard was late getting home, so she had a bath and was enjoying a glass of wine. The phone on the kitchen counter rang. She heard Richard pick it up, his voice low and indistinct.

She went to put some food on the table. She heard him talking for quite a while, the words too quiet to make out. Later, when he finally came into the living room, he was all smiles. They sat by the fire, talking and laughing, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other’s company. She knew she'd be safe, whatever.