Flower POWER
April heaved a sigh as she stopped in the doorway to the spare room. Josh had said he’d do more job-hunting after breakfast but he was sitting at his laptop with his back to her, playing some sort of game.
He must have sensed her presence as the image on the computer snapped to a company website.
‘What time are you off to work?’ he asked, feigning interest in the words on the screen.
‘I’m not. I told you last night that the shop’s having new electrics put in.’ The manager of the hairdresser’s where she worked was giving the place an upgrade. ‘What about you? Any joy?’
‘Nope. Don’t know why I bother.’
There it was again, that dull, resigned tone. Sometimes she despaired for the man she loved.
He swivelled his chair round to stare out of the window. ‘Graphic designers aren’t wanted any more. Especially if they’re past 40.’
April followed his gaze to see the sun peeking out from between a few wispy clouds. Sunshine would soon be beaming
