‘I wonder if one ever tires of living life like just this,’ he mused, stroking his beard meditatively. He glanced across at his wife, who, to all intents and purposes seemed to be basking in the sunlight pouring in from the tall, Georgian sash window just behind her. This library of his, everyone declared, was the finest in the county.
“What do you think, my dear, hmm?” he asked, as if she had heard his thoughts as clearly as if they had been uttered into the still, mahogany clad room.
“I think I’m bored to tears, Humphrey. Why on earth we have to stay here when everyone else is in St Tropez is absolutely beyond me. At least let me go, why can’t you?”
Humphrey frowned. The perils of marrying a woman twenty years his junior seemed to be thrust under his Roman nose more and more often these days. As one of the bright young things, she had been an absolute charm, but now her tone was shrill, her wants had turned into needs and he rather suspected she was beginning to tire of him and his middle-aged ways. But dammit all, he’d had enough excitement in the last shout, and if the papers were to be believed, that arrogant little man with the ridiculous moustache was spoiling for another fight sooner rather than later. No, he, Humphrey, just wanted a quiet life.
“Anything you want my dear, you shall have. Get Frensham to pack your bags and we’ll get you on old Davidson’s little plane lickety spit. Will that do you?”
She jumped up. all smiles and red lipstick. “Oh, Humphrey, you are the most darling creature, I don’t care what they say about you!”
She shimmied out of the room, calling for her maid, heels echoing on the marble as she skipped into the hall.
No. He would never tire of her, this house, this life.
Especially now that he had the place to himself for a few weeks. Just like the old times. Just the way he liked it.
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Here’s my first attempt at Stream of Consciousness Saturday! Please head on over to Linda’s blog to find out and to read all the delicious creativity that can be found there.
Thank you to Linda for creating this little community!
This reminds me of a Maugham novel I recently read of a wise husband and his shallow wife. Great story!
Thank you for reading, Faristha! And of course, for the kind words 🙂
she had been an absolute charm, but now her tone was shrill, her wants had turned into needs and he rather suspected she was beginning to tire of him and his middle-aged ways. < that part struck me.
Good story 🙂
Thank you! 🙂
Excellent piece of writing Freya I so like the way you compose your tales.
Thank you 🙂
Welcome to SoCS! Thanks for visiting at Top of JC’s Mind. Linda has done a great job of creating a blog-community.
You’re welcome, and thank you for the welcome to the SoCS community. Yes, Linda has done a lovely job. I’m so pleased to be easing back in to the communities 😊
Great story, Freya! 😀 You put me right in the piece for a while. Thank you so much for linking this to SoCS. 😀 I’m glad to meet you!
Thank you, Linda – I’m so pleased you enjoyed the story! And thank you for the welcome to SoCS!
Very good. I think he may tire of her before she tires of him. 🙂
I rather think you’re right! Thank you for reading!