Here is a little work on dialogue. It is a skill I have not mastered and thus should work on more often. I need to make sure each character's voice is authentic and reflects their inner and outer life. It is a complex thing to do well, I think, dialogue.
She said, “Don’t touch that.”
“What? I said. I had no idea what she thought I might touch.
“The box on the table.” She said. She was in the front room still. I suppose she had heard me come in.
I would never have looked at the table without her admonishment. Now I did. There was a small box still wrapped in packing paper with our address handwritten below a postage label that nearly covered half of one face of the box.
“What’s in it?” I asked.
‘I don’t know. I haven’t opened it silly.” She answered, still, from the other room.
I walked over and picked it up.
“Who’s it from?” I asked her while I looked for the return address.
“I don’t know.” She answered. “The postage label is covering the return address. Don’t touch it.”
“Why?” I asked.
“’Cause I asked you.” She answered.
“Okay.” I said as I put it back down on the table.
I joined her in the front room. She was folding laundry there, the evening news coming from the television across the room.
“How was your day?” I asked as I leaned in for a kiss.
“Pretty good.” She answered looking up for just the moment it took to connect her lips to mine.