Something's Wrong Today

Probably my last 750 word submission. The count starts now...

Something's wrong today

Craig

Craig always liked Saturdays; Bradley usually visited his girlfriend and Craig went with him. She was beautiful and that special place where her hair was curly, always smelled good. But today felt different. Something was wrong. Shirl was wrong for a start. She should be in jeans but came downstairs wearing a short dress. It was bright but he couldn't say exactly what colour it was. Even from here Craig could smell her. She'd put on too much of that perfume stuff after her shower. But it didn't disguise the fact that she'd fucked Bradley before showering. And Shirl was carrying a small case; she didn't need that for her Saturday shop. Craig was uneasy.

Shirl was shoeless and sat on the bottom stair and put some high-heeled ones on. Then she opened the coffee machine and tapped yesterday's grounds out of the filter. As they dropped into the waste bin Craig could see right up her dress. She was wearing a suspender belt and stockings. He really didn't know what all the fuss was about with stockings. He just knew he got into trouble if he laddered them.

"Morning Craig." she said.

Craig said good morning to her and stood up. She unlocked the back door and he went into the garden. Farthest away from the house were several rows of runner beans climbing up bamboo stakes. He didn't like beans much but inspected them anyway.

Bradley

He came downstairs and gulped his coffee.

"You haven't got a tie on." observed Shirl.

"It's in my overnight bag." he said.

"Well you'd better put it on in the taxi, or on the train. The church is only twenty minutes away from the station and the wedding starts thirty minutes after we arrive in Leeds. We're really cutting it fine."

A horn beeped outside.

"Shit, the taxi's here already!" said Bradley and rushed back up for his bag. He came back down and saw Shirl locking the back door behind Craig, who was returning from the garden. "What the fuck is he doing here?"

"Something wrong?" asked Shirl.

"Of course there's something wrong. He's supposed to be in the kennels for the weekend."

The taxi sounded its horn again.

"Don't worry; I've taken care of it." said Shirl.

Bradley looked worried. "What the fuck?"

Terry

He realised he hadn't told Tina about the golf yet. He usually played early every Saturday morning but today there was a big tournament on so he couldn't. It didn't matter, she wasn't interested anyway. He took a coffee up and put it on her bedside table. Then he showered and got dressed. By the time he he was ready to go out, her coffee was cold and Tina was still asleep. She had a girls' night out on Fridays and usually slept in while Terry was on the golf course. He didn't mind her getting drunk with her mates once a week. When she got up, she would heat that coffee up; she hated waste. Then she would usually prepare a fabulous Saturday lunch. He thought that was a kind of 'sorry' as she was always dead to the world as he left. Never mind; he'd be back earlier today and they might have a quickie before lunch, especially if she was still slopping around naked under her bathrobe.

He stepped out into the sunshine, turned left and walked down Chestnut Crescent. It was a pretty location with upmarket detached houses. Eight houses along, he turned into the Cooper's drive and fished out their back door key. Craig jumped up at him as soon as he opened the door.

"Morning Craig." he said. "Where do you want to go -- park or river?"

Craig said good morning.

Outside Craig pulled Terry back the way he'd come.

"You've made your choice then -- the park it is."

Terry got pulled along by the Great Dane. As he passed his house again, he was suddenly pulled down the drive.

"What do you want to go in here for?"

He was dragged up to his back door where Craig stood on his hind legs and pawed at the handle. Before Terry could react, it was pulled open.

"Craig!" said Tina. "You're early today!"

He ran up to her and gave her a hug. She was wearing Terry's favourite black stockings so Craig was careful not to ladder them.

Tina looked up and said "Oh Shit!"

"So tell me." said Terry. "Was it Bradley you were expecting?"