His arm cut a swatch across the table and all on it went crashing to the floor.
She stepped back. Is it over? Or did the anger and frustration blast out of his body because it had no other place to go. Another argument that never really happened loomed between them.
Without being conscious of it, her hand went back on the door knob behind her and her body felt both heavy and oddly other worldly.
You can't wish normalcy in a crisis and you can't put the dishes back on the table. That's how it was left so long ago. A gapping, silent wound settled between their love and memories. And now she was going back to him for help.
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Nora stepped off the platform, inhaled deeply and flagged a cab. 1010 Haro Avenue on the downtown westside to the ambivalent driver and they were off.
Could there be any better reason to see him? She couldn't think of any but inside
there were knots and anxious bundles of thoughts. It was too late. Here she was knocking on his door. He was expecting her and before she could collect a confident stare he was looking at her full on.
"Not likely that you would ever be here again" her ex stated flatly. He held the door open wider and watched her figure as she walked in and sat on the sofa.
"I'm not here for long" said Nora. "I have a train back to Toronto tonight".
"Hmmph..okay" said her ex not offering coffee or any inquiry to her health or her life these past 15 years.
She stepped back. Is it over? Or did the anger and frustration blast out of his body because it had no other place to go. Another argument that never really happened loomed between them.
Without being conscious of it, her hand went back on the door knob behind her and her body felt both heavy and oddly other worldly.
You can't wish normalcy in a crisis and you can't put the dishes back on the table. That's how it was left so long ago. A gapping, silent wound settled between their love and memories. And now she was going back to him for help.
_______________________________________________
Nora stepped off the platform, inhaled deeply and flagged a cab. 1010 Haro Avenue on the downtown westside to the ambivalent driver and they were off.
Could there be any better reason to see him? She couldn't think of any but inside
there were knots and anxious bundles of thoughts. It was too late. Here she was knocking on his door. He was expecting her and before she could collect a confident stare he was looking at her full on.
"Not likely that you would ever be here again" her ex stated flatly. He held the door open wider and watched her figure as she walked in and sat on the sofa.
"I'm not here for long" said Nora. "I have a train back to Toronto tonight".
"Hmmph..okay" said her ex not offering coffee or any inquiry to her health or her life these past 15 years.
