MC's Whispers

Whispering Silences


©Dale Rogerson

They had first met there, at the picnic table in the middle of the basketball court. He had offered to share his sandwich with her. She found it an over-generous gesture, given the fact that not many people share their food.

Since then they shared their lives with each other too.

Every Friday night they would meet at the same place so that they would never forget where and how they began.

But lately he started running late and then cancelling on her.

She would still wait for him.

Sitting alone at the table, wondering where he prioritised his time.

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  2. The very least he could do is face her with the truth. She apparently will need to confront him to get it.

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  3. Nope. She doesn’t need to take that! Just move along.

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  4. She could go and see where he is. The painful speculation harms her.

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  5. I wonder how long she should wait … And when another might be worth her time.

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  6. Time to lay the cards on the table and walk away if needed. A reminder nothing lasts forever even if you want it to. 😦

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  7. Seems like he is courting elsewhere now…

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  8. I think it’s over. Very wistful piece.

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  9. I don’t like to think about where he might be instead of being with her. It can only end one way I’m afraid. Nicely done.

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  10. Sharing a life only on Fridays?

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