Possibilities - working title

Work in progress.


She lays her petite wedding band on the dresser re-reading her note. Its not happy birthday but it will do. Turning to the door she glimpses her reflection in the mirror, a hint of a smile behind tired eyes. Walking away is not as hard as she once thought it would be, leaving 10 years to the day they met. With a wry smile she thinks this is not the unforgettable 30th he wanted.

“Get your bags, if we don’t leave now we’ll be late” hustling their four children out to the car, she runs through the days plans in her head.
“Why have you got your big bag?” nothing ever slips past the curious six year old.
“Big day at uni today, get in the car please” Lying to a child, that’s what this marriage has done to me she thinks as she buckles the toddler in the car seat.

Waving to the kids from the car she watches the toddler make it safely to kindergarten with his big brother, the sun is glinting on the windscreen so she can’t make out their faces. She reassures herself that they’re okay and pulls away from the curb, harried mothers honking their horns impatiently behind her as she heads towards the airport.

The sun is beating down, drying the tears before they can ruin the makeup. She stands in its full glare watching her babies from the sideline. They seem okay, nana and the girls holding their hands. Swatting at a fly she glances around at all of the faces, some familiar and weary, others strangers of a life she did not share. The painful smiles directed her way out of pity or ignorance, never friendship and warmth.

“You’ve settled in then?” a hostile face appears before her, snapping her out of her reverie. Focusing she recognises his brother; the years have not been kind with his swollen face matching his bulging stomach.
“Sorry, yes all set up, I can take the kids home today if you like” she forces herself not to scream, her calm voice belying her need.
“No, no that’s fine, Mum thinks they should stay with us for now” rushing on he ignores her opened mouth surprise “after the wake just let us know where you are and we’ll contact you in a few days”. Staring at her blankly for a moment he shakes his head at her lack of response and walks away. As she watches his back disappear amongst the swarm of bodies she wonders how she came to be here. In four years she has started and finished another life and still the same bullshit.

Driving toward her new home, childless still, she reflects on their conversation last week. The first time they had properly talked in years.
Tanya Bell©2008

Possibilities - working title

Tanya Bell

Joined March 2008

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The possibilities of death and divorce

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