A verrrry short one.

Grace sat at the kitchen table clutching the letter in her hands. It was deadly quiet aside from the repetitive ticking from the lock above the refrigerator. She got up suddenly and momentarily leant on the table with her elbows before throwing the chair to one side and storming out of the room. She took her fur coat from the banister and pulled it on vigorously, whilst storming out of the door. She was past the point of tears now.