Monsieur Fromage
Read by Jo Widdowson
If she doesn’t find the right cheese, her marriage will be over.
Claire is on a pilgrimage, a shopping trip to win back her husband with a taste that will prove to him that she loves him and persuade him to stay. It is twenty-seven years since she last slept alone, and she has no idea what colour she would decorate her bedroom, or whether she would sleep with the light on.
Claire is tired from a sleepless night. She usually buys her cheese from a supermarket, but this is different, this is important, and she tries to remember his description clearly. She hopes that the person in the cheese shop is used to this sort of request, because it is her only hope. Nutty, he definitely said nutty, and firm without being rubbery, and she remembers that he was very keen on the colour. It would make a good TV game show, she thinks, possibly with the husbands dressed as mice and the wives who want them back dressed as cats and carrying cheese boards. Maybe she will tell Owen that later, if things turn out ok, and maybe they will laugh about it together.
She looks in the 99p shop window as she passes to see if anything is the particular yellow he described, the yellow that reminds him of early crocuses in Scotland. The window is a mass of loud colours and metallic labels and Claire is relieved not to catch even a flash of primrose. It’s a rarer colour, she thinks, he will be impressed that she managed to find it.
If you would like to read the rest of this story, please check out Lovers' Lies, the Arachne Press anthology in which it, and many other sexy and lovable stories from the League archives, appears.