He watched me in silence as I packed and prepared to leave. I filled a small suitcase with my essentials; clothes, toothbrush, mouthwash, make-up.
His eyes raised when I lifted up his favourite flask. “You can’t take that! I’m going fishing later.”
“Oh, fine. Keep it then!” I hissed, pulling the quilt off the bed and leaving him lying there naked. For a brief moment, I was tempted to stay.
“Not the quilt!” he protested.
“I might get cold,” I explained.
I left before more bitter words were spoken. I needed to get to the store before the sale began.