Everyday events one

This is a new little mental game I am playing with myself - trying to describe scenes as I see in everyday life - I am working on something in my head... so bear with me

"Well THAT is not how I would HANDLE it." She says as she rolls her eyes. The tension is think - the room vibrates with it. His posture speaks volumes - but does she hear it? I can hear what his body is saying and it deafening - blinding.

 

Shoulders raised - his legs tight, as they are bent at a 90 degree angle  - sitting squarely in the chair. The lines of his face - tight and ungiving. Dark eyes - piercing into her - icy and cold. No heat - the coffee in front of them now more arctic with each passing moment.

 

This I wonder - is this what I am seeing? The words lingering over their table - not that of hope and promise - but sharp and biting. Arrows aimed and targets hit - but not by Cupid's bow.

"I am just saying....", "Well if that is how you really feel?", "You could have said so earlier."

 

Closing my eyes - in my head I see - the images as I think they should be. Warm smiles. Hands upon the table. A chance bump of fingers. Warm radiant smiles - half hidden by the rim of coffee mugs. Eyes lite up with smiles and no one trying to hid the buzz, which has nothing to do with caffeine. This is about connections and what feel right.

 

No coldness and isolation from the outset. No icy eyes and defensive postures.

Conversation about the weather - that seems to fit. Glances and looks. A step forward and a step back - I think they call it flirty.

 

The room fills and crash - there was some coffee spilled. It is harder to hear now - his icy replies. The tone of his voice I can feel above the dine - the hard set of his chin. Her voice is quieter or now - I cannot hear her - but her disdain I feel. I can feel her disquiet - her utter exasperation - it hits me then - maybe my eyes had deceived me and what I thought was the beginning was truly the bitter end. Could that be the dissidence?

 

As I gather my things to leave - I look at them through the glass as I walk past - and I think to myself - that that is a pairing that will not last. Could a fist date really be so bad. When should you take your coffee and run. Icy and cold - for a relationship seems so wrong.

If it is the end - I ask myself - just how did it begin?