A drabble for today. I hope you'll like it.:)


Six.

Christine hung the coffee-cup on her finger beside the others and stepped into the study.

"Are you not coming to sleep?" She asked her husband, yawning.

"I wanted to finish act two by tomorrow," Erik said.

"And?" She looked down at his hands that had just completed the seventh floor of his house of cards – built on a pile of intricately arranged pencils.

"It's done. It took… much less time than I expected," he added when the cups jarred in her hands.

"What are you still doing here?"

"Waiting." He looked up at her. "Do you have more cards?"