TWENTY ONE - FRESH AIR

The house was amazing. The blue textured finish on the walls gave way to the frosted half glazed mahogany door and this time he made no mistake and knocked on the door and shouted, “Honey, I'm home!” and slowly opened the door.

His heart pounded in his chest and a bead of sweat rolled down his brow. Timidly he stepped through the door way and was greeted with the aroma of pastry being baked and Lucea was standing in her red stiletto heels with a matching red mini skirt and her white sleeveless blouse and her lips popped as her hair was braided and fixed in a pony tail. Her big brown eyes were glazed as she smiled at him revealing her perfect white teeth. She greeted him and kissed him as if everything was normal.