UnderstandA Story by John CiarmelloUnderstand
It dissolved before my eyes. The home, the wife, the two beautiful children. The life any wanting man would trade his right arm for. Her parents needed to know why it was over after Twenty-Five years. So, I took the walk through the short hallway and entered the other side of our duplex. I sank into their oversized recliner. A chair I had sat in so many times before. However, this time it felt so foreign, so uncomfortable. The sweat cooled on the back of my neck as a wave of nausea nearly tore me from the room. I looked into their eyes and turned away slowly. Their bull like breaths annoyed me, and I realized at that moment they thought I was there to ask them to leave. I gathered enough grit to look at them again. I didn’t recognize either of them at that moment. Their compressed eyes, their tilted heads, their glinting stares. I’m coming out to strangers, I thought. It all became that much more terrifying. I would have to tell them who I was... why I was... and whatever else they needed to know. I felt all my reflexes jump for the door, as I slid to the edge of the chair. *** At the end I shared in their quick hugs, and their vague goodbyes and with a troubled smile I left the house for good. I keyed the door to my one-bedroom apartment, and slowly peeled off my jacket. I felt good about my openness. I stood still for a second staring into the dark closet, my hand still on the hanger. I realized at that moment what was missing this night. I blew out a short breath. They didn’t understand at all.© 2018 John CiarmelloAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on February 22, 2018 Last Updated on February 23, 2018 AuthorJohn CiarmelloNYAboutI'm a 58 year old enthusiastic writer of short story and Children's rhyme. I love to try all types of writing. I love the challenge of flash fiction. I'm not sure I have a novel in me though! We shall.. more..Writing
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