She made her way to the kitchenette, to begin her day with a coffee. Quickly making her brew, she leant against the wall and sipped, realising she nudged the mounted phone. Stepping away, brushed it from the cradle, making it dangle from its cord. She put it back. Something about the phone seemed familiar. Its colour looked the same as the one she used to have at home. Despite trying to shut them out, memories seeped through the barrier of her mind like an acid mist. A ghostly recollection slowly took hold, replacing the interior of her lab with a scene from a Saturday morning, twenty years ago…
Lisa awoke to strong sunlight, slanting its rays through the blinds of her bedroom window across her face. She made a few attempts at blinking her eyes open as she dropped her arm over the edge of the bed, nudging something. Her fingers brushed a glass on the bedside table. As her eyes adjusted, she realised that it had a low level of slightly brownish water. David must have made himself a drink when we woke up.
First thing in the morning?
She rolled from bed and clasped the glass, about to take it out to the kitchen. The glass sat on a small square of paper. It still clung to the bottom as she picked it up and peeled it away to read.
We’ll talk later. David.
She thought nothing of it at the time. Instead, she shuffled into the hall in the direction of the TV, blaring cartoons.
Kenny, still in his pyjamas, glanced up from the lounge.
“Where’s your dad gone?”
“To work, I think.”
The whole time he spoke, he never looked up from the screen.
“Do you want to go to the beach, Ken?”
“Yeah!” he said, leaping up from the lounge.
He went to run down the hall, no doubt to get changed into his swimmers.
“Wait a minute; not yet,” said Lisa. “Breakfast first.”
His face dropped.
“Come on,” she pressed, heading for the kitchen cabinets. “Cereal do you?”
She would have cleaned the house before going out, having only the weekends to do so. But of late, the hours at the museum had become hectic. True, she put in for the overtime herself, but she couldn’t just break in mid documentation of the latest finds. To see Kenny, for any length of time after… weeks?
It seemed longer. Today, she wouldn’t worry about the housework. She’d spend the day with Kenny at the beach, and make a spectacular meal for the family when David got home. Then after Kenny went to bed, she’d spend intimate time with her husband, awaking the next morning in each other’s arms.
This weekend she would allow the house to go into a state of blissful untidiness.
She spent the day with Kenny at the beach as promised. They laughed as they ran in the breaking surf and splashed into the water. Kenny ate fish for lunch, and together the ate ice cream from a soft serve van on the pier.
Time crept from mid to late afternoon when Lisa decided to take him home.