Redemption

~25~

Murmuring woke her.

Eyes closed tight, she listened intently for the sound again.

Singing.

Low, so very low ..a near whisper. She turned her head quietly to face the chair beside her bed.

If he had heard her movements he didn't acknowledge her. He held poised the pen, ready to finish the line of the verse he was currently attacking.

John tapped his lip and she noticed there was a small pen smudge there, he must have had the pen upside down at some point and had a swipe of ink on his bottom lip.

"I hope she treats you well" Issy whispered, he never looked up so Issy took a moment to take in his changes- the longer hair and tight-ish sleeveless shirt .... he'd been working out, the definition was better in his biceps and his neck stronger, Issy wondered if his ab's were toned, hard even. She mentally rolled her eyes at herself and looked at the stupid exposed beams that had been her downfall in the next room next door.

"I kicked her to the kerb Isabelle, it was a mistake. I saw beauty when all I should have noticed was bitchy"

Issy giggled quietly just a little happier, for herself, at his 'loss' "Such a lyrical boy you are ...... Have you been working out?" Issy saw a spark light in his eye.

John's face lit up, he had her, again.

He flexed his arms, then stood and full on posed like a muscle man from a travelling carnival show, flopping down heavily into the chair, he squeezed her fingers gently "Why yes I have, how ever did you notice" Isabelle giggled again at his silliness and he wondered why ever did he bother taking up with Plasticine Barbie when all the time the Little Mermaid was right under his nose.

*

He fed her soup and found some ice-cream, dropping choc chips on top to make her smile.

They never did call Sally.

Perhaps tomorrow....

And when tomorrow came...

Issy asked politely and John lugged the heavy typewriter downstairs to the kitchen bench so she could gaze out the window and watch over the water and see the trees rustle in the breeze.

"I can type slowly...."

Issy began speaking as John glanced up from the book he was currently perusing. Issy sat at the kitchen bench her leg on the chair beside her, arm strapped. One finger pressing each key, tedious and slow, she was a determined writer.

"But its fucking annoying"

John burst into laughter at her outburst. So contained she was, then the dirty words did slip.

The day meandered away.....It was lazy and boring but entertaining when they chatted and always the laughter or gentle ribbing of each other would appear. Issy enjoyed John's nursing as he made sure her tablets were taken at the set times or made her comfortable as they sprawled on the sofa watching the Beta tapes of movies he had brought specially. Eating popcorn, drinking his tea maybe a chocolate or three.

John refused to make her coffee, citing it was not good for her and apparently, tea had magical medicinal qualities. Who knew?!?

*

And in the darkness of the night .... John lay on the bed, Issy beside him.

She had told him where the key was to her stash and when he had settled her into the bed he bolted up the stairs two by two and grabbed the second naughty book.

It wasn't outright porn but she created scenes and emotions, visual images in the mind's eye and made the reader wish they were the one being fucked senseless on the side of a road while broken down or while the train rumbled down the track in whichever chapter they were reading at the time. The woman in the story usually fearless maybe ever so slightly flawed.