Hottie spotting at the local mall was a bust, Cookie now finding herself returning home far earlier than expected. She did, however, manage to get hit on at the food court, but her girlfriend’s girlfriend wasn’t the flavor she’d been looking for today. Cookie gives the phone number scribbled on a napkin stuffed in her purse a lurid smile…petite, gothic, raven-haired, and an ass to die for. Yeah, she'll definitely be fitting that into her busy schedule this coming week.
Rounding the corner a block from home and nothing looks out of the ordinary. The usual wave from the little old lady who’s always sitting on her porch, the postman making his Saturday rounds, and a cute delivery guy snapping a picture of some parcel on a neighbor's porch. It isn’t until she has her house in sight that she notices that something is amiss.
Alexander’s car, usually parked out on the street or tucked up tight to the garage, is half-sideways across the driveway suggesting that he was in a hurry to get home. Cookie pulls up to the curb, unable to get into her usual spot, and shuts the ignition off. Rummaging in her purse for her house key was a waste of time…the front door was unlocked. Just like any other Saturday, the house smells of spaghetti sauce, a pot of it simmering away on the kitchen stove.
One of Alexander’s basketball jerseys lying across the back of the living room couch is something new. Blondie’d never stand for some sweaty piece of workout clothing to be thrown wherever he feels like it. Likewise, for the gym shorts and a pair of sneakers she finds in the middle of the kitchen floor. Cookie also notices the whole slew of covered containers on the countertop…sugar, flour, and whatnot…along with the dish drainer, all pushed around and out of place. A far cry from Blondie’s typical ‘Suzy homemaker’ way of organizing everything.
Read the story and see what else is amiss in the Bumstead household at the $5 tier level. :D
Original Art by Roger Bacon
Commissioned and Colors by Phillipthe2