The room was empty, their belongings? Gone. She looked around in disbelief. All of their stuff, years of accumulated debris, old cd’s, videos, books, clothes. Everything, even the plates out of the kitchen. The knives and forks, her old egg timer. It was like someone (him) had magiced everything away.
She had been away for three days, a course in Devon. After a long drive home she had been looking forward to coffee and an early night, not this?!
She walked slowly up the stairs..
The only things left were a wardrobe, a clothes rail, and the bed. Nothing else.
She lay down on the bed, confused. She didn’t know whether to ring the police, his parents, or just wait. How long did you have to wait to report someone missing? If he’d taken everything he must have left deliberatley?
A knock at the door….. What? She walked downstairs. She saw his face through the window. Why? She opened the door, ready to scream at him. He held up his hand. Sorry I wasn’t here. He said, everything happened too fast! It was meant to be a surprise….
Im sorry he said again. I’ve bought a new house… What? Where? How? Was what she said..
I won the lottery, he said.