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On an ordinary street in Surrey, there stands an ordinary house. Two story, brick, detached garage, two modest cars in the driveway. No ivy creepers scaling the walls but they're working on it. Football nets in the side yard, lush gardens in the back.
And in the house, an ordinary couple. Smiling over their teacups. They love one another, they each have work that they enjoy. Sex is good, when it happens. Communication dwindling, but they make small talk. In fact, they hardly say anything anymore that isn’t small. It's not that they don't have other things to say; they just... don't. And the distance between them grows, the space that yawns a little wider by the day constantly being filled in with all the things they don't say to each other. But that's marriage, or so they've heard it said.
The wife, resplendent and casual in silk pajamas, makes breakfast. Her husband eats, thanks her, has to be at the office an hour ahead of her and is already perfectly attired. He grabs his flight case and bag, presses a kiss to his wife’s cheek - she halts him long enough to straighten his tie- and drives away.
She doesn’t know about the twin Glocks he has under his floorplans for a new shopping center. He doesn’t know about the array of throwing knives, stars and punch daggers that reside in a special compartment behind the trash compactor. It's bigger on the inside than it has a right to be- the discrepancy only noticeable if you're looking for it.
Pressing a seemingly random sequence of buttons (thus securing the access code), she waits for the click and slides it open. She sees the crumpled container sitting on top; he drank the last of the milk and didn’t tell her. Again. She rolls her eyes, accesses the top shelves, and resets the compartment.
Green eyes focus on empty air for a moment before she whirls and lets a single stiletto pin fly. It thuds into the chair rail, pinning a moth that was threatening her tea.
Oh yes. Just another ordinary day in the lives of a married couple… running out of things to say. Trying desperately not to live up to "til death do us part."