April 30, 2009
Shadows
They both sit in silence, one confused and not sure what to say, the other determined not to break her resolve, not to fall under the spell of illsions that hreatens her. She breathes slowly and patiently. She listens to the sound of him clicking away on his computer and wonders what he's thinking. But she refuses to look at him. The old her would watch him. She would relish that they were sitting here together in this small break in the framework of time that they had to themselvs. But not anymore. Now she was rigid, back straight, eyes forward.
She will move on.
scullerymaid at 9:54 a.m.