If you aren't into the 100 Word Challenge, but you like cats, you might prefer this instead! Cat-atonic Napping
Here is my second entry:
‘I’m so sorry, but it wasn’t my fault!’ Jamie burst out, as he came through the door. ‘I left as soon as I got your message – caught the next train, but it’s such a long way and then I missed my connection, and when I got back to our station, a tyre was flat on the car. I tried to ring, but...’
‘It’s all right,’ Miriam said gently.
‘But are you OK? I’ve been so worried! I’d never have gone to that stupid conference if I’d known...’
‘Hush,’ Miriam said. ‘Come and meet your daughter. She’s asleep – arriving three weeks early is very tiring.’
This is the last one - promise!
Baggage rattling noisily onto the carousel woke Gilly from her airport trance and she focused, disbelievingly, on the man standing beside her.
An unbidden, electric seventh sense abseiled to all her nerve endings and her heart jolted. She hadn’t seen him since she’d ended their passionate, ill-judged affair eleven years ago.
Regret still stalked her.
A bag swung towards them. They both reached for it, their hands clashing, then Gilly withdrew, scalded. She’d thought it was hers, but it wasn’t.
‘My fault,’ he said. ‘Sorry.’ Without a glance, he turned and walked away.
It was never mine, she thought, her eyes following him.
You can read my first entry here.
Now I must do some work! It's all Julia's fault, I reckon!