This was an amazing prompt from fantasticab, Rae and Finn have the same cushion so how did Karim come about the houndstooth!
Sprawled on the couch, weary limbs cast in every direction. On a cobbled street a couple were viciously shouting at one another gesticulating boldly. Karim shook his head, his English was improving greatly since he was able cross the threshold of number 18 unfortunately with his new found vocabulary Karim found that the watching tv hadn’t improved. Karim’s fingers itched towards the remote, flicking his eyes towards the kitchen door as his fingers hovered over the buttons. Linda appeared at the door sleeves rolled up, pink rubber gloves adorned with suds slowing dripping to the floor in a small bubbly puddle at her feet. ‘Don’t. You. Dare. I’m. Listening. To. It.’ she hissed formidably, smiling sweetly she turned back into the kitchen. Huffing Karim settled back into the plush cushions. The front door swung open.
‘Rae, you are early’ Karim greeted her, glad of the distraction from the warring couple on the tv screen. Rae blushed slightly. ‘Urm yeah Finn wasn’t feeling too well so I thought I would leave him to rest ’ . ‘Rae, love. How was Finn’s?’ Linda said emerging from kitchen. Rae was bouncing on her toes, her eyes darting to the stairs behind Karim.
‘Fine he was a bit ill so I left it was fun we listened to some music and stuff his Da has some great tunes you should see his living room you’d like it loads of room just like it’s out of one your mags that you leave in the bathroom he has these cushions what is that Women’s Way calls them…urr scatter cushions they are like black and white, houndstooth yeah? they smell divine that smell that boy smell you know, sweat and ck one anyway super busy busy I have to write this essay for English about well nevermind I wouldn’t bore you with it’ in a movement so fast Rae was up the stairs before Karim could process the long spiel that had come pouring from Rae’s mouth in one long breath. Hearing her door slam and the thumping of her music shake the ceiling, he glanced at Linda, she was standing in the middle of the room, staring at the light fixture, her brows were creased and plaited, the tension and worry visible in her ramrod straight body. Shaking her head she smiled wearily at him. ‘So what are Ken and Deirdre fighting over this week?’
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