For the Ages

21 Feb

She sucked on her teeth for a long moment; the apple she ate before lingered annoyingly.  This time she was going to do it, not only write the e-mail, but send it. Hands poised over keys waiting for neurological impulses: instruction; they hung there for a while. Dear, she tapped out, but she didn’t complete the address.

Fingers waited patiently. What did she want to say anyway? You hurt me, was the immediate thought, but she frowned. Ok, so he hurt me, now what. Nothing, her brain fired. So what’s the point in communicating this idea, she asked the part of her that seemed to be answering today’s questions. So he knows, it told her. Lips puckered, he knows, she said simply. Now what? And there’s nothing he can ever do about it, her emotions finished.

“Augh!!!” she banged the keys in frustration, “Where’s the freakin floss!” and she stomped off to resolve something that had a logical solution.


Posted by on February 21, 2012 in Writing


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3 responses to “For the Ages

  1. rosesarered

    February 22, 2012 at 12:33 am

    Just wanted to say that I’m loving the material being posted recently–this post included. Keep it coming!

  2. Princess Lea

    February 22, 2012 at 10:49 am

    Story of my life. “Where’s the freakin’ floss!” Apples always get into that spot right between my front teeth.


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