A Story Written by Diamondwriter….
‘Tom… Tom’ Linda called huskily as she crawled
to his side.
He opened his eyes to see his wife’s face a few
distance away from his. He smiled and thanked
God for the gift of beauty.
she returned the smile. Each time she hear him
say things like that,it melted her heart and he
knew it. She loved compliments a lot.
‘Goodmorning’ she remembered why she had
woken him up. ‘Tom,you should call Jack’
‘why?’ he was still in the process of removing
the grumpiness from sleeping.
‘he went out very early this morning’
‘he does that sometimes’ he touched her chin.
‘Don’t worry. He’s probably gone on one of
those promiscious adventure’
Linda’s eyes brightened but not in a good way.
‘am not worried about Jack…. I mean he can
take care of himself. But he took Anne with
‘what! Is he crazy?’
‘that’s what i said’ she relaxed her head on the
‘well,let’s not fret much. They would be back
before the day runs out.’
She didn’t believe he just said that. He was
such a fish with a calamity of a memory.
‘Today is her rehersal dinner’ she chided.
‘o boy! What are we going to do now?’
‘we? He’s your brother’
‘and she’s your ex’s fiancee’ he winked.
She heard Peter call her name from downstairs.
She looked at Tom,he was smiling.
‘what on earth are we going to tell him?’
‘Have you seen Anne?’ Peter tried not to look
worried. He x-rayed the surrounding for any
sign of Anne but she was no where near the
‘i haven’t,why?’ Linda feigned ignorance. Tom
was doing a bad job at complimenting her
‘i can’t find her’ peter shrugged. Three wrinkles
appeared on his forehead. The statement
triggered a memory in Linda. She remembered
the morning she had search for Tom. She could
relate with how peter was presently feeling
despite his trying to appear not worried,the
wrinkles sold him out.
‘Have you tried her cell?’ Tom asked hastily. The
pretense was killing him.
‘she isn’t answering’ he slumped on the couch.
Linda cursed Jack under her breathe. He had
come to torment them. To her,he was definitely
not the angel he appeared to be. He was a
demon sent by lucifer himself from the bottom
of hades. Part of her blamed herself for the
current situation. If she had not insisted that
peter could stay with them when he was in
town for the wedding,Anne wouldn’t have met
with Jack. He had a way of getting under
She stared pitifully at peter from where he
sat,then she heard his phone ring. He rushed at
it and practically slammed it on his ears.
‘where the hell are you?’ he bellowed into the
receiver,hinting that it was Anne. ‘you are
where? With Jack?’ he shot a look at Linda who
deftly dodged his eyes as she gave her husband
the look that said; what kind of creature is your