Scene 1 - He finished off his wine and watched the final drop of crimson red spill from the cup to his lips. He set the cup to the table and spyed his wife as she entered the room. "How was your day" He said, taking care to show the emotion his wife desired. "Wonderfull dear. The store was empty all day, I hardly had to work at all." She said. "Well isn't that nice." He replied. Scene 2 - He drowned his mouth with the rememnants of his wine and watched as the final blood red drop of wine splashed across his chapped and worn lips. He let the cup fall to the floor as his wife came into the room. "How he was your day" He said. There was hint of resentment in his voice but it was masked the emotion he forced into his throat. "Wonderfull dear. The store was almost empty, I hardly had to work at all." She said. The words were full of releif, but her face was full of malice as she knew there would be little bonus this week. He found trouble masking the sarcasm and was barely suprised when it came through despite his effort. "Well isn't that nice" He replied. Ummm...This isn't quite my style, so I would appreciate any comment that might help...Do you think (Those who have read my writing) that my traditional gothic style would work for this. I've never tried to adapt it to prose before.