Gwen placed the mug of black, unsweetened coffee in front of her husband and sat opposite him. Joe glanced up from the newspaper he held in his hands with a smile and a wink.
Joe was regarded by all as the town hero. His face had been plastered all over the news a few years before when he had singlehandedly rescued four children from a burning building.
Studying and committing each angle and line on his tanned face to memory, Gwen wondered if her beloved husband could taste the arsenic yet.
He was her hero and she loved him so much. Now it was her time to shine in the spotlight. Being the devastated widow of a hero seemed more satisfying right now than being the mousy wife of one.
© Alison Pearce 2009