WHAT A WONDERFUL MORNING

Millie awoke and uncurled herself from Marcus’ warm embrace.

She felt great. Marcus was here, they’d enjoyed a night of unbridled passion together and it was a beautiful sunny day outside. She slipped on her silk negligee and left Marcus sleeping soundly whilst she made her way to the kitchen.

She felt like Doris Day in one of those Technicolor movies from the Sixties, the world seemed animated and full of colour. She was going to look after her man and the best way to do this, as her mother had continually told her, was by feeding him well.

Millie held the thought for a while and smiled, the fact that her father had died from a body thumping heart attack in his late fifties “overweight and living on a diet of fatty food and alcohol” crossing her mind and temporarily dampening her mood.

She soon picked herself up again, however, by forcing thoughts of her beloved Dad from her mind and replacing them with the Doris Day classic “our lips shouldn’t touch, move over darling…”

She busied herself around the kitchen, setting the coffee machine and making herself a quick cup of tea. “Bacon, eggs, fried tomatoes…”. Millie planned it all out as she worked away. Her plans came tumbling down somewhat when she opened the fridge door…..instead of revealing the contents of her Mother’s well stocked chiller it showed the sparse requirements of a batchelor girl.

A softening, half-cut cucumber sat, its only intended use being to remove the puffiness around the eyes after a late night. An opened bottle of champagne with kitchen paper rammed in the top to stop whatever remnants of CO² that were left from escaping. Various face creams and beauty products which survived better in the cool environment. A few chilled, prepared foods. A pack of out of date chicken breasts and four bottles of Sauvignon blanc. Apart from a half empty carton of milk that she needed for the tea and coffee there was nothing here to feed her man with.

“Damn!”

Thank God for convenience stores, Millie thought to herself. The little one across the road was always open and they sold all the essentials.

Millie covered her head with a scarf, put her long Mac over her nightie and slipped on a pair of crocs. Ok, so she looked like a new recruit – to bagladies r us, but who was going to see her?

She whipped out of her flat and hastily crossed the road to the store. She didn’t notice the black car parked against the kerb, its engine gently purring.

Millie was totally unaware of the danger behind the wheel.