Life Is Mostly Understood

The door opened, finally; February’s unforgiving chill entered with him. He went straight to her and hugged her gently. After a noticed hesitation, she tried to return his affection. Neither spoke.

Neither spoke as he helped her with her coat. Neither spoke as he led her to the car. Neither spoke as they drove away.

Eventually, she spoke. “What are we going to do now?”

His grip tightened on the steering wheel. He stared hard at the road before him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I-I don’t know. I thought it would make you…” She couldn’t hold back the sob.

He pushed the handle down to signal a turn, but the light changed. She thought he would run the light. But they stopped and they waited.

He watched the signal blinking behind the steering wheel.

She, crying in earnest now, watched him.

“Well…aren’t you?”

Only the blinking signal responded.

The light changed.

They made their turn.

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About Kurt Brindley

He is tall but he hopes to accomplish more in life than just that...
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2 Responses to Life Is Mostly Understood

  1. I like the story … but I don’t understand it. Is she pregnant?

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  2. Lots of possibilities but the emotion is palpable. Many thanks for the Follow on my blog. I appreciate it.

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