Tuesday's Tales ~ Flying

 

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This week's prompt word is flying, and so I have gone back several scenes in my wip Born Again.

 

“It’s over six months since your Gran died,” Peter Gimble grumbled into the phone. “I could understand you needed time to sort the old girl’s affairs and put the house on the market, but no, you have to up and take off on a tour round the country. And in the middle of winter…”

She’d heard it all before. So the time factor changed. Increased, but what did Peter have to moan about? Yes, she’d taken time out to sort her Gran’s affairs, and no, she hadn’t put the house on the market. Somehow she still couldn’t bring herself to cut that final cord to the only family she’d ever known.

And no, she hadn’t been flying around the country wallowing in a pity-party, as he’d dared to accuse her off, was it three weeks ago? She couldn’t remember. He’d be kicked back in his office, with his custom made Italian shoes up on the ancient oak desk.

She could see him now pushing the family photograph as close to the edge of the desk as he dared. Everyone, other than his wife, knew it was there as a token symbol and only remained out on display because he was never sure when his other half would descend upon him.

The all-powerful musical magnate quavered when he heard his wife’s voice in the office.

At least he had a family. She’d thought hers was perfect. Well as perfect as it could be under the circumstances. Had loved her grandparents for taking her in when they could just as easily put her into the state system. In hindsight it was amazing they didn’t.

If they had, she’d never have learned the truth and they could have ditched the life-long guilt that, according to Gran, weighed them down for the whole of their lives.

The persistent squawking in her ear jarred her out of her musings.

“Peter.” Unable to keep the impatience out of her voice she took a deep breath and started again. “Peter, I told you, I will send my latest score before the end of the week. So far you’ve asked for six pieces, and liked five of them. Remember I wrote them without seeing the film.”

“I’m aware of that,” Peter interrupted. “But I have suggestions and we need to get together and work them through.”

They didn’t need to. He wanted what he always wanted.

Her attention. 

If given the chance Peter would run her life for her.

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