Brenda yelled at Terrance this morning. Terrance didn't know why he was being yelled at. Brenda didn't know why she was upset with her husband. She yelled at him some more. The wedding of their ignorance birthed an argument.
Brenda met her best friend for a protracted coffee date. Her friend asked her why she had yelled at Terrance. Brenda said she didn't know. Her friend pressed her. Brenda made up an answer for her friends' sake. Her friend smiled and changed the subject.
Terrance left for work still unsure of the crux of their argument. He got on the freeway. There was traffic. A van behind him honked. It honked again. Terrance honked back. He was late for work.
Terrance strolled into his cubicle. His boss was waiting. His boss said he'd been acting differently. Terrance said he hadn't realized it. His boss looked unhappy. Terrance asked what he could do to change. His boss said he didn't know. The boss' secretary buzzed him, and Terrance was left alone.
Brenda stopped by the cliffs on her way home. She considered throwing herself off. She didn't know why. The tide was crashing against the rocks. She liked watching the barnacles weather the implacable surf's hammering. She got back in the car and drove home.
Brenda cut vegetables on the counter that night, waiting for Terrance. He was late. She rinsed the vegetables and put them in the refrigerator. Her favorite show was on. The main character was a female police officer immune to men. She repelled their advances with wit and taekwando. The show finished. Brenda felt more sure of herself.
Terrance came home late. Brenda was asleep on the couch. Terrance smelled of whiskey. Brenda woke when he shut the door. Terrance didn't notice her. Brenda peeked her head above the cushions. Terrance was having trouble removing his jacket. Brenda didn't want to get into a row. Terrance had been drinking. Brenda scooted upstairs when he hung up his coat. Terrance climbed into bed fully clothed. Brenda was snoring loudly. Terrance was too exhausted to care.
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