The Daily Prompt is Learning
“What are you going to teach me about today babe?” Alex looked over at The Writer who was clearly not paying him enough attention.
“I think you already know everything Alex,” she mumbled without looking at him.
“How about Iambic pentameter? Educate me baby,” he challenged.
Alex stood and cleared his throat until The Writer lifted her eyes, eyebrows arched in question.
In a bad British accent he said, “But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.”
“Very good Alex.” The Writer rolled her eyes and looked back at the screen.
“Tough audience tonight,” Alex muttered and picked up his thesaurus.
“Anything interesting in there?” The Writer looked up with an absent smile.
“Nothing you’d care about,” he mumbled grumpily.
“I care,” she muttered, her eyes back on the screen.
“You know what I’m learning about you babe?”
“What’s that Alex?”
“Alex?” The Writer looked at the couch where she’d last seen him. “Alex?” She walked into the kitchen expecting to find him sitting at the table playing cards. “This isn’t funny Alex, where are you?”
The Writer searched everywhere but Alex was gone.
What was he going to say?
What had he learned?
Why had he left?
Was it that bad that he’d rather leave than tell her?
What would The Writer do now?
She was learning that, without him, she was nothing.