Fractions for fun - 7. Doll

”Doll…” A whine to his voice sets her off.

“Shut up!” She turns her back to sulk.

“No more pud, you hear?” A sigh slips from his lips as he can’t hold it in. “It’s too strong.”

The room is rife with the scent of rum. That darn cake with loads of drinks to wash it down have wrecked their yule. Good thing the kids are in bed and won’t hear them fight.

“I’ll eat what I want.” Her fair hair picks up the lights from the tree, all red, green and blue. Pale skin joins in and adds to the scene. Such a beaut, but too fond of booze. It breaks his heart.

“You are drunk.” The words are out and there’s no way back now.

The cake flies through the air, as she hurls it with great force. A splat right in the midst of their wreath puts an end to its trip. With a thud, it hits the floor. A spot left on the wall will tell the tale of this eve for years to come. Such nights of gloom strung like black pearls one by one.

“There! All done!” With glee, she grins at him. This fake mask hides her true mood, but cracks can be seen. So fine they would be missed but for his sharp eyes and wise heart. He’s got his work cut out for him. Will she trust him? If not, they are doomed.