He comes and goes as he pleases – he tells me that he always has, and he intends for this to continue.
My jaw flexes and my heart burns with the impact of these words.
Words, mere words and yet they inhabit my mind, my every waking moment, my tossing and turning in the cold, lonely nights.
He knows that I know where his travels take him, and still, he continues.
He has his bread buttered both sides.
Here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where the theme this week is envy. I have linked it with the theme of my entry into Three Word Wednesday, which you can read here.
Please do visit Lillie’s blog to read, read, read some more! No two pieces will be the same…
He can devastate me with only a look. No words are necessary.
We are intertwined, like the gossamer threads of a spider’s web. So resilient in one circumstance, so friable and delicate in another.
I do not yet have the measure of him. I am almost certain that it will be a lifetime’s work. I may not complete it in the years left to me on this earth.
My mood will plummet like the setting sun, as surely as his mood takes me down with him. He is a dark man, a man of the night’s soul, a man of the calm before the storm.
I can no more extricate myself from him, than the fly caught in the spider’s web. The more I struggle, the more fast am I caught.
It will surely hurt less if I accept my plight.