EXIT 666

Can’t you do anything right?’ came a loud, cross voice from the bedroom doorway.

Carly’s heart sank and she tried harder not to let paint drip from the brush to the floor. Not easy when you’re up a ladder painting the ceiling above your head. Still, she’d put plastic cover sheets over the carpet and furniture in case paint did drip, so she didn’t understand why Geoff still had to criticise her.

Then again, they’d been married for 20 years now, and he didn’t seem to ever need a good reason.

‘I’m doing the best I can,’ said Carly. ‘If you wanted perfection I don’t see why we