Short Story: Wondering Soul
The wondering soul never lingered for more than tonight in any stop.
“What do you mean by tonight?” he asked.
“It’s supposed to be ‘two nights’. Stupid autocorrect isn’t correct,” she grumbled and made the change.
“Also, it’s wandering with an ‘a’,” he said as he tapped the word with one finger.
“The soul’s wandering because it was wondering,” she defended with a growl.
He threw his hands up. “Hey. You asked me to proofread. If you don’t like it then I’ll go.”
She snatched his hand.
“No. Don’t go. I just. Argggh.” She dug her fingers into her tangled hair.
He looked at the dark shadows under her eyes and sighed.
“Gimme.” He took her laptop. “Take a nap. I’ll look through it and mark out the typos, then you can go through it yourself later.”
She whined when he left with her laptop, but when he looked back from the door, she had already fallen asleep.
Genre: slice of life