Dormant

Rachel looked down at her plate and back up at her husband "pasta again!", she exclaimed in dismay. She sighed and picked up her fork and began to push the tortellini pieces around her plate. Graham her husband, said nothing, instead he removed his plate from the dining table and sat down on the sofa. Whereupon he placed his plate on his knees, picked up the remote control and turned on the television. Rachel turned in her seat, "What? So now you cannot even sit at same table as me?" Graham did not respond, he increased the volume of the television and continued eating his pasta. At this Rachel left the room, with her plate of pasta. She entered the kitchen and emptied the contents of her plate into the bin. She then picked up her car keys and in her house slippers and hair in rollers left the home.

Once she was sat in her car, her hands gripped the steering wheel and she began to tremble. Before she knew it,!she was sobbing, big fat tears streaming down her face. She pressed her forehead into the centre of the steering wheel and in doing so sounded the horn of the car. She did not remove her head finding the constant blaring noise somehow soothing in its declaration of chaos. It was a few minutes before she noticed her husband knocking on the passenger window. "Rachel'" he shouted, "Rachel, what are you doing?". She looked up also noticing that had started to rain heavily. Her husbands hair was plastered to his head and his white shirt was soaked through, she could see he hairs on his chest through the now translucent material. "Open the door! Let me in!". Rachel looked at him for a long hard minutes then put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. Once on the main street she looked back at the house and her husband flapping his hands in the rain and drove away.

She did not stop until the tank was empty. When she got out of the car, her legs were stiff yet jelly like and her back ached. She dropped her keys on ground by the car and walked towards the beach she had stopped at. Once she had reached the shore line she sat down, drew her knees close to her chin and wrapped her arms around her legs. She laid her face on her knees sat silently until she heard the sounds of the sirens in the distance.

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About Lioness

British-Nigerian doctor, wannabe writer and photographer
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