Prompt: “His wife was having tea with the King and he didn’t know about it.”
Liam woke up. He lazily stretched noticing that his wife had already gotten up. The house was quiet and that was unusual. She usually was playing some God-awful music, “Suspicion” or “Blue Suede Shoes.”
Why couldn’t she listen to home grown music, instead of that garbage from American. There’s nothing wrong with Irish tunes. There were plenty of local musicians, Galway was a great city for music.
He got out of bed and groggily walked to the kitchen. He switched on the water for tea.
It’s too quiet. Way too quiet. Where is she?
He wandered a bit. Not finding her.
He looked for her car, it was there. He called her cell, it went straight to voicemail.
He sat and thought. She had been quiet lately, distance. Did she run off? Is she just out for a walk. He looked through her clothes, and then looked for her suitcase. It was not there.
He looked for her passport. It was not there.
What the hell? Where did she go? She has been acting strangely. She got that Elvis tattoo on her chest.
He logged onto the computer and looked at her search history. It was wiped cleaned.
He logged onto their credit card account. He find a one way to from Galway to Memphis, Tennessee, USA. Who does she know in the states? Let alone Memphis, Tennessess?
He googled Memphis and then it clicked.
She had traveled from Galway to Graceland to be with the King.
Captain Faren Reon 