By Rob Walton
The apartment is dragging Elton down. Nothing works properly.
The curtains don’t glide along the track. He pulls them together, but it only makes things worse. Now they meet in the middle, thickening into impenetrable drapes, and he can’t pull them apart.
He and Jung had taken the apartment because they’d loved the light through these windows. When Jung left, Elton bought floor-to-ceiling beige curtains, craving nothingness.
He tries one last time to pull them apart. He enjoys the sensation, as they wrap around him, covering his face.
He thinks he catches her scent as the curtains fall to the floor.
A lovely tale of loss and longing.
I especially like the curtains/windows as a metaphor for Elton’s heart. He closed his heart off when Jung left (bought the curtains) and is now struggling to open it up again (fighting to pull the curtains apart, which brings up all the pain). Well done, Rob!
Thank you so much for taking the time to read so carefully and comment. Best wishes, Rob