TBD2A Chapter by roscoeIt is with a great amount of courage that I stand at her front door. I step forward, knock, step back. I have long awaited the chance to speak with her, face to face, and yet, at the sound of her footsteps approaching, I wish only to be elsewhere. (The door opens, cautiously, as if she had taken the time to check who was calling.) Your room is shuttered with fear, composed of scornful years and disregarded love notes. Please me, would you, by allowing me inside, a mere moment of your time out of the cold? Except, it did not come out that way, a poetically rehearsed statement. It was, actually, nothing more than a simple “Hello,” and “thank you.” As she gestured for me to come inside. Half-heartedly, we spoke of simple things, of work and money, though nothing of time lost. (Given the intricacy of her floorplan, the context of a neat wedding collage, the chance of my visit seems to alleviate little of our final words ten years prior.) My hostage, my stranger, perhaps we will never truly learn each other's first name. “Please excuse me, I must be going,” I say, interrupting the awkward silence. The time has passed for the issue mistakenly addressed as somewhat romantic.
“You take care now,” I say as, smiling, I exit her door. And, as expected, she fails to hesitate as she secures it behind me. © 2014 roscoeReviews
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