He stared at the TV
She wore a new dress
He stared at the TV
Nothing was said
She tried a different recipe
He mumbled when asked
“It
was
alright
I guess”
Then
“Hey wait a minute”
A posed question lingered
She waited on bated breath
was this
conversation?
No
it was
“Where’s the remote?”
Had she moved it again
Why did she keep moving it
That sort of thing
She answered in her head
Where no one heard what she said
though it didn’t matter these days
out loud
silent
all
the
same
dead
line
Well it is something to talk about
She thought
His blind hand searched
In the air
Clenched around the remote
when she placed it there
And didn’t even bother with a thank you
So
She
Held it a second longer then needed
So
He
had to look into her eyes
and said
With some surprise
“Did you get a haircut?”
“Last week” her answer was wry
dry
brittle
like a dried out leaf
worn husk
A shell of who she once was
Perhaps
she might
blow away in the wind
Not that anyone would notice
make a fuss
if she went missing
so
She went to bed
Nothing more was said
For there was really nothing to say
And all the feelings went away
When she picked up her book
And slipped into the page
My offering for our Writers Group this morning where the topic is “They had nothing to say to eachother.” So sad when this happens in relationships. I’m very grateful to have one that is still rich and full of affection, humour and communication.
The header picture is a little bit of Melbournes graffiti artistry which pops up in unexpected laneways everywhere.
This was excellent.
Thanks 😊 I enjoyed writing it as well.
Cute! I’m starting to develop an affection for tiny tales. Wish some stories were shorter – leaving something for the imagination. But, but I understand the need to escape… For each day I satisfy the need via my Spotify. Happy Friday & Weekend! 🙂
Thanks Lawrence – I love tiny tales too – they leave extremely deep grooves in my mind at times – lots of talent on WordPress 👏🌹
You have a wonderful knack of conveying the profound in just a few words. I used to have a marriage like this many years ago and you captured it beautifully.
What a lovely compliment – thank you x