Thursday, September 5, 2013

soulmate- Captive

Francis got up from the bathroom floor, wiping the beads of sweat, that streamed down his neck, throughout his shirt. A look of pale surrounded his face, as his eyes grew with concern? 


He then turned on the sink, to splash his face with water, from passing out.
With the flush of the toilet, Francis sat as he placed the lid down.


The tea is ready dear, "Gene called out!"I'll be right in Mrs. Wallington, just finishing up in the lavatory.


I didn't hear you lad, are you alright, you're drenched, do you have a fever, "inquired Gene?"

Francis began to stand up slowly on two feet, while towel drying off his face of flush.