Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Two Hundred and Ninety

Maurice staged yet another row and stormed out with his mane of white hair streaming behind him. He hopped onto the Eurostar to Brussels in hot pursuit of a mezzo soprano, whose porcelain beauty concealed the temper of an avaricious virago.

Ellie gave them a year.

It was almost eleven months later when Maurice swept back into town. 

He strolled into the drawing room of Ellie’s Chelsea house to find her sitting in the window seat.

She stood up slowly and he almost swallowed his tongue.

His wife was pregnant.

Maybe this time he really had been away too long…

©️jj 2019

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