My Ears

By bladhac64

I can’t help what they hear, my ears.
For example, the other day, I heard my partner when I got home early from work. His grunting always was distinctive. I always hated that part of him.
I never really had him down for this.
I closed the door gently and made my way upstairs.
The grunting continued. Then there were some words: ‘Oh, come on. You can do it.’ His voice again. I flinched.
He didn’t hear me creep into the bedroom.
‘Oh.’ It was all I could say when I found him screwing our new mirror to the wall.

          
Bladhac64 is a writer of fiction and poetry based in the UK. He has a PhD in literature and creative writing.