Paint flakes lift off under her nails,
He says nothing; only stares ahead.
His profile is imprinted on her memory.
She sees it in her sleep behind her eyelids.
π
When they argue, the sickness takes over,
They’ve promised so many times not to hate.
‘I cannot do this any more’ he sighs
And panic rises within her. What had she done?
π
The metal bridge, over a century old,
Across the Thames. How many have walked it’s length?
The choppy murk below them supporting tugs
And the river police boat creates a wake
π
They watch it split and race towards the walls,
‘I’m so sorry. I’ll get help.’ she promises
And moves her hand to touch his sleeve.
He shakes his head and pulls away.
π
‘Oh God, don’t do this. Don’t end it. Please!’
‘Rachel, we go round in circles.’ he faced her.
Red double deckers queued beside them,
‘No. We are not right for each other.’
π
‘I’m going home. My real home.’
‘I’ve ruined it. How can I save this?’
She cursed the tears which came,
So predictable. So pointless now.
π
Very strong writing. I hope that the fact that they are on a bridge overlooking the Thames does not mean she will do something drastic after he has walked away!!! See…..you had me right there with them.
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Anne darling, letβs have him walking away with his hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched against the breeze and impending mood.. and her walking the other way, towards the south bank and collecting three bunches of freesias to brighten up her flat …. because sheβs convinced, is she not, heβll come back. πΈ
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Ah! She’s one of those optimists! She would head to the south bank while he is heading toward Westminster or the City ,and all that. The freesias are a good choice however. The scent is marvelous.
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Excellent, Viola!
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Thank you Denny!
I’ve been missing you guys and this weekend I promise to visit everyone to have a proper catch up.
I’ll bring the biscuits!
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*blinks repeatedly* *Yawns* *Burps* *Scratches head, eyes crossed* …errr, Where’m I? Ooooooohhh, a wee bit too much Evan Williams last night it seems…. I’m in dire need if biscuits…
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ππππππ€ sounds like the perfect night π€ͺ
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Oh, I don’t know about that… Fell asleep in the easy chair at least 3/4 through a very funny romcom (Baggage Claim) with The Boss that was getting the both of us quite riled & randy had we not fallen asleep. Talk about a missed opportunity! Ah, well. There’s always tomorrow or next weekend. G’night, love XOXOXO
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