Anthony Harrison

The clock ticked loudly in the empty dining hall.A table made for twenty, but only one meal half-eaten.His chair at the other end stayed empty.Like always.Three months of marriage, yet Anthony Harrison and I lived like strangers.Different rooms. Different lives. Just a business deal wearing wedding rings. I stood to leave, tired of the silence,Then a knock.I turned.Anthony stood there, sharp in his suit, " The Gala is tomorrow", "Be Ready"