By Jac Harmon
The rain washes us into the waiting room.
Condensation trickles down the window like an angry man’s sweat. The smell of wet dog hovers in the stale air.
“The train’s late.”
You look at me, eyebrows raised.
“Patience.” You are unconcerned and flick to the next page of your book.
This unconcern feeds the tension between us.
Plato’s Republic. You have lofty ideals; mine are humble. I clutch a soggy magazine, a last minute glossy from the stand.
When the train pulls out you will be alone. I will flicker past in profile as another page turns.
You will not notice.
Really beautiful.
Thank you, David. That makes me happy.
The most banal of settings can trigger the cold realisation that a relationship has absolutely no future. I have been there and I bet I’m not alone. Wonderfully written.
So moving. Great piece.
I’m so pleased it had the desired effect 🙂
Thank you, Constanée. Sadly, it’s an all too common scenario.
Much said in so few words.
Thank you. I usually write much longer pieces and enjoyed the challenge.