This is a story of toil and dedication.
Of a young marriage and hopes and dreams.
Of sacrifice from a young man for the woman he loved, a writer tap-tapping her masterpiece on an old Remington, a quirk of preference over technology.
Of endless days and lonely nights… and always the incessent tap-tapping.
This is a story of neglect, of a young husband’s heart, and his dreams of togetherness.
Of trying to reach across the growing chasm and be recognised… and seeing only in her eyes the search for the next line, the next brilliant twist… my novel is full of clever twists she would say.
He adored his gifted driven wife and longed for the day of the final tap-tap.
He would do anything for her… even lose himself.
One day he came home early from work and saw the clothes of another man leaving a trail to their bedroom door… there was no sound of tap-tapping… instead ahh-ahhhing and oh Godding.
Sobbing, he scooped up her stack and drove to the most barren place he knew, flinging their marriage to the sky… how’s that for a clever twist he thought.
© Maree Cardinale
This was written in response to a call for challenge entries in the Imaginative Skulls group to ‘look at the image (below) and write anything random that comes on mind.’ Word limit 200.