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A Lack of Colour

Novel By: EwanMac

Sometimes love is easy. Sometimes its the hardest thing anyone can go through. Meet Ollie and Kate, Kate is a newly wed starting to doubt whether her husband is the man she wants to be with for the rest of her life. Ollie has just escaped from a harsh relationship and struggles to keep his head above the water when it comes to Ex-Girlfriend Joanne. Will the pair find the love they want? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Dec 13, 2008    Reads: 96    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

Kate drove home, watching the lightly packed road carefully for ice. She did not live far from the supermarket and often felt guilty about driving there and back, hearing so much about carbon emissions and global warming. She was a soft hearted one and hated to think she was causing damage to anyone or anything. Today wasn't one of those days, seven heavy plastic bags would not carry themselves down the road and she was not prepared to do it either.She pulled into her drive way and oppened the boot, she pulled out two of the lighter bags and took them inside, putting them in the kitchen. "James," she called out "Would you mind getting the other bags out?"
There was a thudding on the stairs and James arrived fully dressed in casual weekened clothes, "Sure thing," he left the house and came back in with an other four bags and left and came back again with the remainder. They unpacked together placing everything Kate had bought in its right place. Once the packing was finished the pair sat down on the couch, Kate with her legs over her husband's lap and her head resting on the arm of the chair. They turned on the TV and watched the Sunday afternoon films that were shown around this timeKate shifted her position and turned to a sitting position, she pulled out her cigarettes and selected one of the few she had left, James watched her do so. "I wish you'd stop," he said sounding concerned.
"Hmm, Maybe next year, I mean I don't really smoke that much." Kate said lighting her cigarette and pulling an ash tray closer to her.
"I know but it's so bad for you,"
Kate only nodded and continued to inhale and exhale the nicotine.****Ollie trudged home on foot with his four light and evenly packed bags, he did not have enough money for a bus, despite the long journey from the shop to his home. When he eventually arrived at his flat, he unlocked the heavy front door and walked up the stone steps to get to his front door. He opened it and dropped his bags at the door way, bent down and picked up his mail and rested the letters on one of the charity shop boxes. He carried the bags into his kitchen and randomly unpacked the various jars, boxes and packets into the drawers and cupboards.Once unpacked he set into his living room and picked up all the mess he had still lying on the floor, binning some and storing others. Once he had finished this he sat on his old chair and watched some TV, there was little on his limited channels. He waited until eventually a familiar buzzing came from the table sat next to him, he picked up his phone and checked the text message.Ol, Thanks for blowing us off last night, how was it with the witch? Anyway, me, you pub tonight! I'll be up at six! Mike...There were times in Ollie's life when he felt his friends had too much control over him, and he liked it. Mike especially was an artist when it came to cheering Ollie up, pub humor and all his various quirks made him a great friend to have. Ollie reached over onto the table beside him and grabbed a cigarette, lighting it.****James sat scowling a little to himself in spite of his wife's habbit. As she stubbed out her cigarette he turned and showed his general dislike of the addiction she claimed she did not have. He smiled and held her hand, "Chris called while you were out,"
"Oh how lovely! How is he?" Kate asked kindly, it was through Chris that the pair had met.
"He's fine, well just over the cold actually. He was wondering if we wanted to go out tonight?"
"Oh James, I have yoga... Hmm, doesn't matter I'm sure I can miss one lesson..."
James squeezed his wife's hand and smiled
"He'll be happy to see you."


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