Thursday, August 9, 2012

Sundered

In the 28 years of their marriage, they'd never spent so much as a single night apart from each other. There had, most certainly, been a time in their lives when that was a matter of some importance to them. Sadly, that importance had long since been forgotten. 

It was now lost to them forever; buried beneath the sands of time in a wasteland of indifference. As she sat knitting and his attention lay focused on the ball game, she wondered, wistfully, how two people who'd spent such a very long time in such close proximity to one another could ever have come to grow so hopelessly far apart?

7 comments:

  1. A situation and question that swings close to so many homes, Jeffrey. Well distilled slice of too many lives. ~ j

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  2. another powerful "chicklit" story, eh Jeffrey? :)) Beautifully done.

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  3. They need a rekindling intervention

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  4. A great story.
    They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder - does that mean togetherness has the opposite effect?

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  5. Strangers sitting side by side every night. How sad and lonely that must be. Nicely done!!!

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  6. It's a sad situation, but oh so nicely phrased ("beneath the sands of time in a wasteland of indifference"). Good work!

    Brian

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  7. Well-captured, Mr. Hollar. You have us waiting for the whole story...

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