One Woman’s Escape.
Ailsa was waiting. She was always waiting. That’s what she did. Waiting for her husband, her children, even the dog. Today though, today was different. She wiped the draining board down for the last time. Folded his work clothes and put them to air. Stacked the discarded newspapers and magazines into their boxes for recycling. She peered at the floor and, for the last time. She reached for the mop and cleaned the dog’s messy paw prints.
Slavery had been abolished, but that fact had passed Ailsa’s family by. Her Dad had always said that “if there’s a job to be done Ailsa’s your girl”. With no thought to how that made Ailsa feel. Her Mum had made clear that there would be no help with the babies when they came. Babies that were now in their teens and growing like cuckoos in a sparrows nest. Of course she loved her children but no one had ever said that you had to like them. They’d be fine with Dad. She thought of him. The tall, dark haired silent man who literally swept her off her feet that night at the Club when Dad and his mates had started a fight with the visitors. Just because they’d lost a darts match. “Men!” she exclaimed out loud. Then giggled as she realised that there was no one to hear. Her husband. What a transformation. As soon as they were engaged it started. The belly slowly protruded over his trouser belt. His shaving became an alternate day activity. The TV started to become more important in his life. No more walks by the river, his hand clutching hers as they tripped silently, happy in one another’s company. He’d come in and given her £50. “That’s a lot of money, that is” he’d said. She knew it and looked perplexed. “Go and get your self a ring. Better make it legal” he’d muttered. She’d smoothed her hand over the burgeoning bump that was their first born and had smiled wryly at him. “Don’t you want to come?” He looked up from the TV pages and asked in the sarcastic way of his “Come with you. Can’t you find the town on your own now?” She’d not replied, but just as she had undone the latch on the front door he called “and bring back the change.
Good work pike, keep it up – i am expecting a new story from you soon 
That’s a brilliant story, I didn’t expect that ending. Keep up the writing. 
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