The mystery woman

Edward dropped into the nearest couch worm from the hectic day of nothing but piles of papers for his signature and reports to edit.

At home he found no comfort no support but just a nagging wife day in day out. After a cup of his favourite coffee he  retired to his hideout of his canvas shelter for a nap.

It was 10pm when he was awoken by shouting of angry youths, another street fight he mumbled behind his breath. He scramble out of his cosy bed and headed for the gate. 

Outside he found himself playing the mediator between the two groups. After about an hour a solution was reached and all went their separate ways.

Heading back to the house he found he had not been served a plate of food so he settled for another of his favourite cup of tea. Then tucked himself into bed.

The years rolled on and he soon lost his job to what he titled ' the whom you know method of appointments'. It sucked ! Left him a nobody. The nagging doubled to even suspecting him of womanising.This left him no option but to turn to his phone his only companion.

His late nights were evident but he no longer cared. He had his mystery woman there and she was all that mattered to him. He'd call her and their chats were frequent. Late into the night till the first light of sun they whispered softly and goggled for only each other's ears.

The chats became more intimate and personal both soon found they were in love. But she remained his mystery woman. He hid her in his heart and him in hers.