Estrangement meant dreaming of her lover’s adherence, but finding him in her kitchen one morning, his jacket smelling of unfamiliar patchouli.
He sat at the table, holding coffee he’d bought downtown. His eyes connected with hers before glancing to the corner by the pantry.
“I've been seeing your monster,” he said. He described its walk: convulsive and needy. He said that he's yet to hear its voice because it has a cry stuck in its throat that hasn’t grown legs.
She said, “Now it’s our monster.”
He gasped, latte spilling onto his sleeve. "It speaks."
About the Creator
A. Lenae
I'm learning how to find the heart and describe it, often using metaphors. Thanks for reading.
Two Pink Lines
I had never really felt like a child. I'd always had to raise myself. My mother was just a teenager when she'd had me and consequently, we had spent my whole childhood arguing and fighting like a couple of sisters as opposed to mother and daughter. My father was older than my mother but still had some maturing to do himself. He focused his entire life on me, his little girl but never realized the pressure that put on me. I always felt I had to raise him even as he was trying to raise me. We raised each other. Then, I met him. He cares, he shows me a love like I've never known. For once, it's about me and I don't have to focus on other people's needs and what someone needs from me. Someone always wants something from you. That is what my parents have taught me. Love is selfish but it isn't with him. He is perfect, beautiful, funny, and can take me to places I've only dreamed about. Places outside my mind and my own pathetic life and I know that I will always love him. When we first met, I wanted him to have my children, but now? Right now, with us both still in high school? This is all happening so soon. I slipped into the restroom at work. It had been 6 weeks since my last menstrual and this was not normal. I couldn't wait any longer. I put the top on the test and waited. These 60 seconds felt like forever. What would we do? We were both seniors so we didn't have long to go before school was over but this was not the plan. The plan was for him to join the Army and me the National Guard and for me to get my associate's degree and then we marry, then have kids.
By Lindsey Altom4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
I'm not quite sure i understand who the monster is? I love the way it's written though. You have a way with words that pulls the reader into wanting more. Is the person she becomes sometimes the monster they are talking about?
Now I'm a bit confused. But in a good way. I may or may not understand who is the monster or why unfamiliar patchouli, still like it!