Aug 13, 2010

Red Writing Hood: The Conversation

She walked carefully up the path to the ocean, looking for signs that he was still ahead.
Finally she saw him sitting on the top of a dune staring sightlessly toward the ocean.
She walked slowly toward him and sat beside him, facing the ocean.  The waves broke the tense silence between them.
"What do you want to do?" her eyes shifted over his profile, and quickly back to a seagull hunting for sand-crabs.
"I'm really not sure." He sighed, his shoulders dropping.
"Can I tell you why I..."
"No.  No.  Please don't. I don't really care why." He briefly made contact with her eyes, noting that they matched the color of the ocean today.
"I love you.  I do." She began to cry in large body shuddering sobs.
He smiled sardonically. "Oh, honey, I'm sure you do."
She sucked in a breath. "Please don't.  You know I love you, it wasn't something I planned.  It just happened"
Silence.
Together, they watched a couple walking hand-in-hand along the water's edge, laughing into each others eyes.
"Would it help if I said I was sorry?  Can I promise that it would never happen again?"  Her voice wavered, she looked at him until he met her eyes. She whispered.  "Fifteen years. We can't just throw it all away."
"But you did." He ran his hand over his eyes. "In my own bed." He stood and paced away three feet and spun around and shouted above the sudden breeze, "WITH MY BEST FRIEND!"
She sat back, as though slapped. Suddenly she stood as well. "You've been gone.  You've been busy.  He's been here, spending time working on YOUR house, spending time with YOUR kids, what did you think would happen!?"
"You whore.  Don't think you can blame this on me.  Don't think for a MINUTE I will let you get away with blaming me for YOUR decision." He stood wider in the sand, his arms crossed, his eyes flashing. "I have given you EVERYTHING.  I work my fingers to the bone on construction projects and in the end, come home to find THIS?"
Her eyes begin to fill as she hears his final decision.
"I want you gone.  I will walk down the beach and back and when I get back to the house, I want you, your things and the kids out."  He stepped away from her and began walking down the beach.
She watched him walk away and realized that it was over.  The tears came again.

Just me stretching my writing muscle... I thought I had posted this last Friday... but apparently NOT.
:)  This is not a true story... in case you were wondering.

As for where I've been:  I will talk more about that soon (I hope) but school started last week and I haven't figured out how to fit blogging into my schedule... which is silly, but SO TRUE!

Just me, AJ

5 comments:

  1. Nice story!!! Of course it is fiction:O)

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  2. You sure caught my attention with this but I'm glad it's not true!

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  3. Now, I want to hear the rest of the story......

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