By Adam Chabot
Amy thought they had committed to the change. It was part of their “opportunity to reconnect,” their “tech-free time.” But when he said, “You don’t understand,” she opted not to challenge him: a shrug of the shoulders, a heavy walk down the stairs for a late-night coffee, a loud crinkling of a Snickers wrapper.
She imagined her husband’s face the length of a pencil away from the monitor, another situation, another drama yanking him away. Eventually, Amy fell asleep with her back against his pillow—she had pulled it beside her—its long end presenting a soft pressure against her spine.
A modern relationship in a nutshell. Very nice.
I confess … more times that I want to admit, I’m that “you don’t understand” person. I’m working on it! Adam, congratulations on another wonderfully written piece! I’m a huge fan!!! ?
Thank you so much! I had a lot of fun writing this piece and I really appreciate how closely you read it! I think each of us is a part of both characters, right?
I confess … more times that I want to admit, I’m that “you don’t understand” person. I’m working on it! Adam, congratulations on another wonderfully written piece! I’m a huge fan!!! ?
Thank you!
Learning to master this style from you. Grateful that these are available for reading. Great story, rounded feel. ??
Thank you! I really, really appreciate it!
Don’t know from where the question marks came at the end.
I liked the story … but … I felt that “you don’t understand” abrupt, in terms of writing. Why that particular dismissal?
This one made me a little sad, but it was well done. Thanks for sharing!