A Lonely Day
by Hopeless Author | Score: 6150
Amalia rolled from her back to her side, stretching her arm out expecting to hug someone, but he wasn't there. Her eyes slowly opened and saw the bed was empty. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, rubbing her swollen belly. She remembered Adam had gone to work early in the morning. He could never learn to say no to his co-workers and she'd always call him a passive engineer, and he'd just laugh.
She got up from bed and wrapped a coat around her as she wandered around barefoot to the kitchen. There was a banana hanging from the fruit basket.
"A banana sounds good, doesn't it?" She looked down at her stomach. Amalia took the banana and peeled it as she walked towards the window. The sky was covered with dark clouds. Afar off, she could see lightning and she heard the distant sound of thunder.
Amalia sat down near the window in the chair and took out her phone. Adam had texted her again. He was complaining about another immodest aircraft engineer he just wanted to get rid of. Amalia just laughed and texted him back.
She was on maternity leave and her days seemed boring and empty. Amalia had taken up different hobbies, and one of them was painting. She had her easel set up with a blank canvas and her paint brushes ready at the side. She carefully mixed the paints together and began painting.
The front door opened and she heard heavy footsteps.
"Good morning, miss!" Blake said. He walked from the hallway, taking his coat off and hanging it on the hook and went to the living room where she was. "Letter for you, madam." He waved the letter around.
"Set it right there." Amalia pointed to the desk. "Thank you." She thanked him. "Who was it from, Blake?"
"Don't know, miss." He shook his head. "But there was this crack pot man outside, a cynical economist. Whatever that is." Blake rolled his eyes. "He was talking about saving money and turtles, what's the world coming to, miss?" He said with a heavy sigh.
"I don't know, Blake." Amalia chuckled.
"I'll be off, miss." Blake waved, then left again.
Amalia was painting the scenery outside when she suddenly noticed mist gathering around. The sky was beginning to turn a dark color. The wind was howling as she stood at the window.