Icicles

That script puzzled me, and I could already foresee how physical it would be. Just three days back from our little piece of paradise in Thailand, who was I kidding ? Did I really want to bury myself in the ice for a month in Iceland ?

Still… something pulled at my gut. The sense that I needed to be there, that there was something for me to find in the deserted spaces or rocks and ice. Of barren land. I couldn’t quite put words into it, and hoped Frances would understand. The reading had kept me up half of the night, and the decision the other half. Needless to say, that when Frances woke up and found me sprawled on the sofa, an immediate frown marred her beautiful face.

I lifted an arm, wordlessly calling her to my side. My little woman settled against me on the oversized piece of furniture, sinking with a sigh.

"I missed you,” she whispered, kissing my neck. "What happened ?"

"Couldn’t sleep, I didn’t want to keep you awake."