Almost Made It
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. My story begins after the picture prompt. For other stories just click on the blue frog at the bottom of this post. Enjoy!
He knew he was cutting it close. Previously he had made it home before daylight. He had left Ginger and she was mad.
His wife had always been a heavy sleeper. Plus she snored like a wounded lion. She had never missed him in the last ten months he had been seeing Ginger. He had the routine down pat. Sneak into the bedroom closet, take off his cloths, and return to bed as if he had just gone to the bathroom.
He closed the door quietly. Crept across the kitchen.
“Harold?” his wife called. “A lady named Ginger just called.”
Word count = 100