Scarlet sat on the floor, right in front of the fire, absorbing its warm and pleasant heat. She watched as the fire brought a bit of light into the now darkened house, a few minutes ago, the lights had gone off, the storm had finally taken down the power lines.
Her mind kept wondering to whether Douglas was okay or not? She had not seen him ever since.
The incident in the kitchen and she was wondering if he was truly tending to his wounds or was he choosing to ignore her. Scarlet’s stomach growled, she was hungry. What had begun as her waiting for coffee had turned into the longest wait of her life.
What does a person need to do to get some coffee here?
She mentally asked herself, without warning, someone placed a tray of tea and biscuits on the floor next to her, startling her. She l
