I came home as usual after work and Lily was gone. Her absence struck me like a wrecking ball. The air inside was bachelor-stale and my mouth filled with bile.
Nauseous I threw up in the sink before I opened an “Old Milwaukee” and sat down listening to a drowsy blowfly bouncing against the kitchen-window.
Trapped like me.
She had kissed me goodbye this morning but didn’t even bother saying goodbye. There wasn’t any note on the kitchen table, no lipstick message on the bathroom mirror, but her wardrobe was empty and she had taken the cash I kept in the cookie-jar.
I don’t know why I was surprised.
Every time love started or ended, you are left within an aching hush, but Lily was different than Kate, Bella and the other sluts.
Smart girl, Lily… she probably found their bodies in the basement.
Today we write Prosery with Merril at dVerse. We have to write in 144 words or less and incorporate the line “I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended”.
March 16, 2020