A Man Of Habit

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Cover image: Maryna Yazbeck on Unsplash.

A Man Of Habit

I heard Andy’s key in the door, waited expecting him to come into the kitchen, wrap his arms around me and whisper: “I’m home.” I waited in vain for instead I heard his feet taking the stairs two at a time before a door closed.

Strange, because if I had come to know one thing about Andy it was that he was a man of habit. He liked routine, didn’t like things to change.

Should I go up and make sure that he’s alright? I’d give him a few minutes. There was always the slight possibility that he had pushed away the normal everyday pattern, and was instead planning a surprise.

I watched the seconds and then the minutes tick by, always listening for any sounds coming from the floor above. The house was in complete silence. Apart from the ticking of the clock and the beating of my heart I could not hear a thing. If I had not heard him come home I would think myself still alone.

I left the kitchen and stood at the bottom of the stairs. “Andy?” I called, then again with a bit more volume.

There was no reply. Slowly I began to climb the stairs. Something was wrong, and I had no idea what I would find. Was he injured? Sick? Perhaps he was packing, going to leave me. With each stair my sense of dread increased.

The door to the bathroom was open, but the one to our bedroom was pulled shut. Feeling kind of self-conscious, I made myself knock on the door before turning the handle. “Andy, are you okay? Can I come in?”

No, Em. Please, just go.” Andy sounded like himself, but at the same time I had never heard him sound so miserable.

I stepped into the room, ignoring his request that I leave. “Has something happened? An accident? Are you ill?”

Andy kept his back to me, just shook his head. “You... you wouldn’t understand. Please, Em, just stay away from me.”

I stood still for a moment, considering. Maybe it would be the right thing to do. But no, I loved him. Whatever the problem was, we’d get through it easier together. “Sorry, Andy. I’m not going anywhere. Not while you’re like this.”

He was sitting on the edge of our bed, staring at the carpet. I sat next to him and with one hand I reached for his, let my fingers intertwine with his. After a few moments I reached for his chin and turned his face towards me. He tried to resist but I was persistent.

His eyes... they were not his eyes. The brown irises that were flecked with gold were gone and instead I was staring into the blackness of a night sky, sprinkled with stars. I tried to look away, but I was spellbound and drowning in stardust... until I fell into what could only be a black hole.


Submitted: April 04, 2021

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Mike S.

He DID try to warn her; excellent, Hull

Tue, April 13th, 2021 3:44pm

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True enough. Thanks for reading, Mike.

Wed, April 21st, 2021 8:37am

JE Falcon aka JEF

OK, well now I need a second chapter telling me what the heck happened to poor Andy. (Was it a political rally? They've been known to space people out. --- Or maybe he was reading one of those Tabloid stories about the Royals, that can suck the life right out of a soul.) --- And what about you, is there any chance of survival? --- OMG! What is that coming out of my computer screen? NOooooooooooooooooo!!!!

Tue, April 13th, 2021 7:29pm

Vance Currie

Well. I didn't expect that ending, my girl. Horror, but quite different to your usual. Somehow, you managed to make hubby's eyes strangely attractive.

Tue, April 13th, 2021 9:39pm

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Glad I made it a bit of a surprise. Thanks so much for the read and comment.

Wed, April 21st, 2021 8:29am

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