Writing Prompt 10- Uh-huh.

They stared at each other for what seemed an eternity. He lingered in the doorway, standing just within it with his mouth agape. It was the sort of look someone might have if they had just run into a glass door, or had just got a bucket of water dumped on them as they crossed the threshold. Or perhaps the look he’d have if he walked into the kitchen to find a woman in flippers with a snorkel hanging from her chin with a frying pan clutched in her fist, standing over the unconscious form of a man in what appeared to be a rainbow dash costume that was eight sizes too small. The later was of course the more poignant, because that was the exact scene that greeted him when he had been so carelessly walking through the kitchen door.

He looked to her, reciprocating his look of surprise and holding the frying pan aloft, frozen in mid-swing. He looked to the man who lay face down on the linoleum, the powder blue top of the costume barely stretching across the top third of his torso, leaving a large portion of exposed back.

“Uh-huh.” He said finally, and he had meant it to sting.

The woman sprang to life, shaking her head furiously and waving her hands as though trying to deny his conclusions entirely.

“Ummm….” She said, looking around as though the next thing to say was written on one of the appliances.

She turned toward the fridge and began to look about the cupboards.
“Urrr….” She said in thought, trying to fill the awkward silence before he asked any further of the situation.

She grappled desperately with the facts, her mind reeling through them to try and find any way to spin them and put this in a better light. Short of that awful cliché ‘it’s not what it looks like’ she could think of nothing. She knew that wouldn’t work anyway, he knew perfectly well it was exactly what it looked like. She turned back toward his patiently waiting form with her head hung between her knees.

“Mmm-hmm.” She admitted in defeat.