And on the fifth day of flashing, here is what I wrote:
*******
She watched him drive away and checked her
gut for the kick that she hoped would be there.
Nothing.
It was getting worse each time. This lack
of reaction. This lack of feeling.
She knew that instead of the emptiness
inside of her, there should have been some kind of emotion. But the hollow
place within her echoed with silence as the wind whipped her hair around.
She hunched into the coat he’d wrapped
around her shoulders before he said goodbye.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he’d said and she’d
nodded, forcing a smile.
She didn’t plan on seeing him again.
She didn’t plan on seeing him again.
In certain regions of the US the phrase is culturally ingrained. Not in Minnesota. In fact, I didn't even realize how often I said, "I'm sorry" until Minnesotans to exception to me saying it. Which is one of the weird (to me) culture clashes that I endured while living there. Sorry, Minnesota.
ReplyDeleteLove your flash, the sense of unwinding a relationship. Just realized what you are doing--12 flashes for Christmas. Fun!