This week’s prompt: ….the suitcase lay open…..
Six a.m. Alarm. Today’s the day. Our big trip. Weeks of planning. Get up now, dress, breakfast, await the taxi.
Our packing we finalised before bed.
I hurry through my morning ritual, calling her name. Silence. In the spare room her suitcase lays open, clothes strewn over the bed.
Running frantically through the house I find her. She sits drinking coffee.
‘Our passports,’ she says. ‘Are out of date.’
Tearfully she reminds me she did ask me to check them.