story in rtf format
It had been good for both of us, effortless too.
A voyeur would have seen a form of fighting combined with a type of
horizontal street ballet.
Now would come the cooing, baby talk which I could
not stand. I wish I had not agreed to spend the night.
Me, lost in thought, she had already started. Lost
in thought, she saw the faraway look on my face and stopped.
I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prick up.
She invented a lot of her own superstitions, one of which was that
she always had to live on a third floor. I squinted out the window,
something was watching us, a black shape. My heart pounded.
"Listen to me ..."
Her face pinched tight. She thought she knew what
U was going to say. She decided to attack first.
"Ten years we have been together, if those years
had been a baby, it would practically be a teenager now, double digit
birthdays. You can't even stay one night without having to be worn
out first by arguments? Ten years, you owe me for an abstracted life
we never even talked about creating because it upset you."
I just sat there. As she raised her voice the shape
ducked out of sight, hovering on the periphery.
"Listen to me…"
At this point I would sound absurd. She calmed
down a little, put a kettle on and went into the shower. I quickly
let myself out, silently.