Monday, April 18, 2011
Magpie Tales 62
"How did you sleep?" she asked, pouring the coffee.
"Fine," he replied, sitting at the breakfast nook.
Elaine put the two plates of eggs and toast on the table and sat down. Paul began to eat without speaking or looking at her. She saw there was no life between them and started cutting her egg into a rigid triangle, sad, desperate, waiting for a sign.
Paul stood up, put on his jacket, mumbled he was going to be late for work. Elaine walked him to the door, touched his arm, reaching for intimacy. He nodded brusquely and rushed out the door.
As soon as his car pulled away, Elaine would go through all his pockets, drawers, and computer. Now what was his password?
"Et moi j'ai pris ma tete dans ma main et j'ai pleure." ~Jscques Prevert
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