Oh my goodness, my dears! I can't believe it! This is the first time I've managed to write a Flash for the Wednesday Brief group in a month! Hurrah! I'm all giddy, though I must warn you that the flash fiction below is not exactly a happy or a romantic one... Still, the prompt I used is in bold and I hope you enjoy
Time to Move on
“Put something on, you’ll catch your death of cold”
Disappointment coursed through. They were doing it again. No. He was doing it again. She was making an effort. She was dressed in her sexiest lingerie standing in the doorway to his home office, hoping, wishing, that’d he look at her. He’d barely raised his head from his computer. The damn machine was always more interesting than her. It didn’t matter what she was wearing. It didn’t matter if she was naked. It didn’t matter if she was bleeding to death. He didn’t care.
“Didn’t you hear me?”
Oh, he deigned talk to her again. She bothered him. Her presence in his domain bothered him. She could tell by the way his jaw ticked and his fingers flew over the keyboard. His eyes were stuck to the screen, as always.
Her hands curled into fists at her side. She bit her tongue to keep from insulting him. Amelia turned on her heel and left. Why was she even trying? What was the point of this thing they called marriage? This lie. Her shoulders sagged and tears bit the back of her eyes. She entered their bedroom and sat on the edge of their bed. Their bed. When was the last time they’d woken up together? It’d been months. Their smiling faces looked down at her from the wall. Those had been the good days. They’d been inseparable. Laughing until tears streamed down their eyes. Making love everywhere and at any time. Sharing their dreams, their troubles, their life. Hot tears slid down her cheeks. She covered her face with her hands. Enough. She’d shed enough tears. Not one more. Angrily brushing the drops of failure from her eyes, she took of the white babydoll, matching thong and garter belt. She caught her reflection in the vanity mirror. She was not what she used to be. She was not slim and flawless. Her breasts sagged a little. She had stretch marks from gain and loss of weight. She had love handles, a belly and her thighs wiggled. She raised her chin. Wrinkles and bags framed her eyes. None framed her mouth. She widened her eyes and pursed her lips. It was time to change that. Time to change the lines of worry and sadness in her eyes to ones of laughter and happiness. It was time to make the lines around her mouth deepen because of happiness. She placed her hand over her heart, feeling its steady thrumming. It wasn’t entirely broken. She had herself. What mattered was that she was perfect for herself. She didn’t need anyone. She forced her lips upwards. The smile didn’t reach her eyes. It would. With time and patience she’d make sure that it did. She wouldn’t let him affect her anymore. She’d tried. She’d tried hard but he didn’t want to make an effort and there was nothing she could do about that. He didn’t want to see her. He didn’t want to see their problems. He didn’t want to fight for them.
A noise had her heart jumping to her throat. She held her breath and glanced at the door. The sound of thunder and splattering rain sounded outside. The inkling of hope she held onto vanished. He would not come. She caught her eye in the mirror and breathed in deep. Her lips curled into a small smile. It was time to move on.
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