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.
She cannot be reached. I have tried, oh believe me, I have tried.
She is defensive. She hides behind barriers, she is impermeable.
I have seen her, striding purposefully along the city streets, head held high, gaze fixed firmly on the middle distance. She never makes eye contact, ignores the hesitant smiles of baristas, waiters and newspaper vendors. She is ice, personified.
Or is she? Her breath quickens now and again, as if a thought has penetrated, as if her fertile imagination has flooded her mind with colour and light.
I am needy, I confess. I want her to be thinking of me. Just me.