"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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Ouch... and breakfast starts the days of new beginnings?
ReplyDeleteThat hurts. You've said much in very few words. Nice work.
ReplyDeleteoooh sad - think they should have breakfast with Matisse et moi (you were right)
ReplyDeletewell written squeezing so much into so few words
Oh! My! Your words express the feelings that are going through this woman. You expressed the emotion so well.
ReplyDeletePainful, but so often true when love sours.
ReplyDeleteExcellent write. You took us directly into the scene and made us want to read more.
ReplyDeleteMasterfully told a complete story with an economy of words. Sad, and common, condition I would imagine. Very well done. Vb
ReplyDeleteA marriage without trust .. or love .. is so sad. Nicely told, your Tale.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing to describe an ugly situation, the stifling silence.
ReplyDeleteTerrific write about a situation that I think is pretty common. : (
ReplyDeleteI love this..would love this more if I read French..dictionary, where are you?
ReplyDeleteWow that was sad! Maybe you could write for a soap opera, you made me want more!
ReplyDeleteLove Di ♥
Good piece, great pseudo-cliffhanger finish.
ReplyDeleteAnd everything depends not on how close he sleeps to her but on how he eats his eggs. The telltale signs of a congealed marriage.
ReplyDeleteGoodness - all that from a plate of eggs? :)
ReplyDeleteEggstrawdinnerily eggciting! A fine eggsample to all of us.
ReplyDeleteAll the best, Boonie