Jerome sits on the bench, wearing his work suit and staring into the distance, not noticing his wife, Maria, until she is sat next to him.

‘Hi dreamy’ she smiles and he leans into her, happy.

And they walk and talk, saying dreamy things that lovers say, and when they end up at her apartment, they both go in, still saying dreamy lovers things.

It’s only when they’re both laying panting on her bed that his phone goes.

He’s got one of those phones that reads out the name of the person calling you before it makes the ringing noise.

‘Wifey’ reads out the phone before it starts going into a whimsical, very automatic, tune.

He looks at her, and she is bright red from anger.

The first thing she does is removes her wedding ring and throw it at him, and he catches it.

And then, within ten minutes, out on the street is a very naked man surrounded by very broken pots and glasses and rather a large crowd.

As close as I’m getting to the prompt…