Hunch: A Six Sentence Story

Laurel rolled over sleepily, preparing to snuggle up against Andrew's back and relish the warmth of his body on this chilly, winter night, but her arm reached out to nothing but a cool, empty spot in the bed.

Fully awake now, Laurel laid on her back for a few moments as she listened to the ticking of the clock on the bedside table, and then she slipped out of the bed and into her dressing gown and padded barefoot out the bedroom door.

The house was dark and silent as she made her way down the hall, guided by the sliver of light beneath Andrew's study door. Laurel paused slightly before quietly opening the heavy door to find Andrew hunched over the desk, the glow from the desk lamp illuminating the pistol that laid before him.

The shaking of her hands matched the tremble in her voice as she softly spoke his name. As his cold eyes rose to meet hers, Laurel drew in a sharp breath as she saw the pistol now in his hand, his finger on the trigger, her heart expecting it but her mind not ready for the sound of the single gunshot. 

Linking up with Denise at Girlie On The Edge's Blog for Six Sentence Stories with the prompt "hunch"