Five Card Story: The Silent Space Between

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a Five Card Flickr story by Stephanie created Feb 02 2014, 06:31:35 am. Create a new one!

flickr photo credits: (1) *s@lly* (2) wwnorm (3) Bookhenge (4) Michael Branson Smith (5) leighwh

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We sat at table 26. Our usual spot. Every other Sunday morning we come in for breakfast, and then off we'd go shopping at the farmer's market. We'd often chat with the staff, the owners, and some of the regulars as if they were family. Today was different. The morning hustle-bustle around us was blurred. We were the silent constant. I stared at this and that avoiding eye contact. I picked up a red crayon left behind on the table and began to doodle. I barely doodle, but today I needed more distraction in the space between us. One can only look at so much for so long on the diner's Formica speckled table. We weren't going to the farmer's market after this, I knew that. I did know whatever happened after this, I was going alone. We were slipping away from each other. I wanted to say something. But I just couldn't. I wanted to go for coffee and walk the farmer's market holding hands. But I knew that wouldn't happen again. Jenny broke through the silence gently to give us the check; she knew something was up. We paid and walked out together, but separated without eye contact or a hug. "See ya, take good care," was all I could muster. "You as well. Be careful, ok?" I was hoping the rain on the drive home would somehow wash away the layers of feelings and questions caking my mind, body, and soul. When I got home, it was still on me. Maybe losing myself in other's problems seemed like a good plan. Walter White sure is worse off than me at the moment. Maybe I could learn a few things. But the blue screen prevented me from watching. I stared at the blue screen with it's Breaking Bad logo like a stared at the condiments at the diner...quietly. In the surrounding silence. After what seemed like hours of staring, something caught my eye in the window. The sun. The light shining through the sharp-edged plants. I got up, turned off the screen, and opened the window. I inhaled, and exhaled slowly. And began to cry.

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