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Short Scene from My Complicated Life
“How long can this go on?” I asked. The man I'd had an ongoing affair with stood at my door holding flowers.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Should I go?”
“Where would you go?” I answered.
“Home, I guess.”
I laughed at his unconvincing eyes, picturing his wife. She was sweet, but naive. A better woman than me. In different circumstances we might have been friends.
“How many times must we say goodbye?” I asked. I felt my eyes watering. “How many times must your wife look away?”
“Just one more time,” he said.
I turned and let the door swing open on its own.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Should I go?”
“Where would you go?” I answered.
“Home, I guess.”
I laughed at his unconvincing eyes, picturing his wife. She was sweet, but naive. A better woman than me. In different circumstances we might have been friends.
“How many times must we say goodbye?” I asked. I felt my eyes watering. “How many times must your wife look away?”
“Just one more time,” he said.
I turned and let the door swing open on its own.
Published 25th Jan 2023
Author's Note
Being an adult with conflicting desires is complicated. This is a short scene at the door of my apartment.
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