With the exception of the faint hum of the air conditioner and the gentle clicking of keyboards the office was silent.
The tiled floor was streaked with sunlight that came in through the blinds. Fred was seated behind his desk gazing at the computer screen but his thoughts were elsewhere.
With a sigh he reclined in his seat.
“Pay attention” he whispered to himself.
There was a dull-looking spreadsheet before him. The screen was filled with chart numbers and endless columns but he couldn’t make sense of any of it.
Anabelle kept coming up in his mind.
A picture of her appeared in his mind and he smiled dimly. He saw her standing in the kitchen smeared with flour on her cheek humming softly as she stirred a pot.
“Every time she bakes she creates a mess” he muttered to himself.
