Ken was staring aimlessly at the photo of a Tasmanian Emu hung on his parents wall when a notification popped up on his phone.
“I’ll be there in 20 minutes”
Oh well! that was goodbye to his free time ..Ann was finally returning from her business trip and stopping over to pick him up.
He had decided to spend his supposed holiday, in his parents farm house up in Queensland
His father was an Ornithopile.
“He always wondered how people came up with a name for obsession with birds”
“For God’s sake there were a lot of things to be obsessed about, cars, Fashion even dogs .....”
He always considered his dad a weirdo and a softie,
His mom on the other hand was more brazen.
He cussed himself for inheriting his dad’s timid personality. Ann was always ordering him around telling him what to do..
He rushed over upstairs to ready his luggages before Ann would arrive. He wouldn’t want her raising her voice on him again The last time she did that was in his office, right in front of his colleagues. It earned him the name “Simp”
He almost quit his job because of that
“Grumpy bitch”He scoffed
He packed all his luggage’s to a corner of the room and decided to do a final exploring of the house he went up the attic it’s been five years since he ever went up there.
He saw some of his old books “Captain Reynolds and the one armed bandit” oh that was his favorite he giggled a little as he picked it up.
He soon heard the roaring of an engine from miles away.it was Ann, her Neon Blue Mclaren 720s She was the type of person that cherished attention . He looked at the ceiling in sadness. He walked over to the attic window to take a look He could see the blue stand out in a row of fresh green cornfields.Such beauty
He squinted his eyes a little to Pick out something look She wasn’t alone, There was a guy in the car with her
“Probably a work colleague”He thought
Then she stopped the car far away from the farmhouse gate.... he could see the guy better now he was a Tall blonde with Jet black hair his features were impeccable.Ken knew the was definitely more good looking than he was, he felt a little bit jealous
But then something happened The blonde guy grabbed Ann closer to him and planted a kiss on her forehead.
WHAT!
Ken rushed down the stairs with rage he was known as a “Simp” but not today. He almost stumbled over a footstool, he dashed through the door hoping to still meet them in the snuggling position.
He was in luck Ann was still in the strangers arms.
He was ready to fight. Ann was his wife and only he had the right to hold her like that.
“Just as he got to them ..................
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