When....

She tapped her finger nails on the kitchen counter. When would he be coming home, she wondered.

There were so many things unsaid, undone. she knew in her heart though that nothing would ever come to shine consciously, because that’s just the way it always was-you never get around to really saying what you want to when you’re together, and when you are not, there is nothing to distract you, so you think of everything you should be saying to each other and talking about but…

She wanted to get up, do something, but then she didn’t.

The phone rang.

Whatever.

It rang again.

Urgh, why can’t somebody else, somebody far away, pick it up?

Ring.

Hello?

Hey!!How’s it going?

Ok-with you?

Ok thanks. Did you hear about….?

And the voice droned on.

She wasn’t really paying attention.

Whatever.

Hmm…yeah…hmmm…k…

Ok I’ll think about it and tell you later.

Bye.

Bye.

Idly sitting by, brain-dead, wasn’t all that bad. But she felt lethargic, still no sign from him.

She sighed and got off the bar-stool. TV? No.Book? Ha, fat chance.

Maybe write a story? Why not. It would be like a silent confession.

She opened her laptop, made some tea while it was loading up.

Right click, new text document and start: Kim was tapping her nails on the kitchen counter-when would he be coming home, she wondered.

There were so many things unsaid, undone. But it was time he knew-about her, about the crimes she had committed, the men she had slept with, and the woman she wooed; about their unborn child…

In her heart she knew that many things had been left unsaid…

Her pulse was racing now; he was on his way.

He closed the car door; put the key in the ignition, clutch, break, gear, drive. They would eat dinner and then come clean. After all she had been acting strange for many weeks now-and if she couldn’t handle it, well he could always rely on his 9mm.

As he walked in, she threw him a sheepish grin, her grip tightening around the 6 inch dagger clutched behind her back….

Published in 2008
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