Signs of Life
She shook it violently, once, twice, three times, but the thin blue line was still there - definite, not blurred. Heart racing, she stared blankly at the back of the toilet door for a few seconds and exhaled deeply. Then - "FUCK!" - she stood, yanked her knickers violently over her thighs and kicked the door open.
Outside, the sun beat down harshly on the backyard, Shivering despite the heat, she sank down onto the prickly grass and tried to imagine how he would react. Plucking absentmindedly at a weed, she pictured the way the corners of his eyes would crinkle as he processed her words,