The table in the kitchen was technically Jude’s, like most of the furniture in the house. The clock was a gift from Jude’s sister. The place settings came from his mother. The more Doug looked through the house, the worse he felt. Finally, he curled into a ball in the guest room.
“Doug?” Jude asked, coming in. He called a few more times, eventually opening the door. Doug’s stomach turned to lead. “What are you doing here?”
“I don’t have anything to give you.”
Jude tossed the pizza he held on the dresser. “Are you here?”
“Yes.”
“Do you love me?”
“Of course.”
“Then cheer up.” He pulled out two pieces, handing one to Doug. “To two years.”
Doug’s stomach hadn’t really righted itself, but he raised the piece anyway. “To two years.” After a quick bite he said, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
Check out all the 200 words teases on the blog. Point of interest: my first publication released almost two years ago, September 1.
