Since I started this, I suppose I’d better join in.
Jason woke in a cold sweat. Talk about anxiety dreams! Not that he deserved to be troubled by regrets. None of it had been his fault. If Pauline had left him it was because she couldn’t take the pressures of married life. He’d taken her and the kids on holidays, hadn’t he? Given them all a fair share of sun and sea. But they always wanted more. Billy and his bloody white mice that stank the place out. If he’d slung them in the food mixer in a fit of fury, no sane person would ever blame him. Jenny giving her guinea pig its freedom in case it went the same way was just stupid and unnecessary. It would have never fitted in anyway.
Well, it was over now. Pauline had what she wanted, a place of her own, two children, and if he wasn’t part of the picture, that was her choice too. He was going to start again. Bugger them. New identity, new country, new partner. He threw off the sheets and opened the curtains. A seagull was sitting on the window ledge, staring in. He opened the window and shooed it away. Filthy vermin. He looked out some smart-but-casual clothes while the shower ran hot. Wanted to look his best for Suzi. Over the sound of running water he heard a knock at the door. Room service with a message from Suzi maybe? The door opened before he’d slipped on a bath robe. A furry head appeared.
“So, this is where you’re hiding,” the guinea pig said.