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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16 comments:

  1. Ouch... and breakfast starts the days of new beginnings?

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  2. That hurts. You've said much in very few words. Nice work.

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  3. oooh sad - think they should have breakfast with Matisse et moi (you were right)

    well written squeezing so much into so few words

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  4. Oh! My! Your words express the feelings that are going through this woman. You expressed the emotion so well.

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  5. Painful, but so often true when love sours.

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  6. Excellent write. You took us directly into the scene and made us want to read more.

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  7. Masterfully told a complete story with an economy of words. Sad, and common, condition I would imagine. Very well done. Vb

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  8. A marriage without trust .. or love .. is so sad. Nicely told, your Tale.

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  9. Beautiful writing to describe an ugly situation, the stifling silence.

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  10. Terrific write about a situation that I think is pretty common. : (

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  11. I love this..would love this more if I read French..dictionary, where are you?

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  12. Wow that was sad! Maybe you could write for a soap opera, you made me want more!
    Love Di ♥

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  13. Good piece, great pseudo-cliffhanger finish.

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  14. And everything depends not on how close he sleeps to her but on how he eats his eggs. The telltale signs of a congealed marriage.

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  15. Goodness - all that from a plate of eggs? :)

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  16. Eggstrawdinnerily eggciting! A fine eggsample to all of us.

    All the best, Boonie

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