An Affair Of Alternating Passions
© all rights reserved to Monica P 2010
Trisha moved through the house in order to try and settle her nerves. She had spent four hours alone in the cold house without any electricity, and now her husband had disappeared. She had no idea what to do - she had no money to get the electricity put back on, and her husband was just gone.
“It's the worst night ever!” she cried out loud as she moved in order to sob on the couch.
Trisha hung over the arm of the chair and began to sob into her sleeve. She felt lost, alone, a little bit scared, and she had no idea what to do. She wanted to just open the door and run free as vacancy hung around her. She didn't want to get lost so she just sucked up her tears and moped in the dark as she waited for her husband to return.
Trisha waited a long while until the sun began to shine. She groggily leaned over her chair and sighed before she let down her stare. She fell into silent slumber and dreamed of white nightingales and such. She fell in love with the vision and the dream, and it was her love which allowed her to regain some kind of composure in her mind.
Trisha woke up with peace upon her spine, and she felt the world buzz inside of her body - however after a moment more she realised that the buzz was hunger, and she moved in order to make herself a drink.
Trisha put a tea bag inside of a cup and then moved to the sink in order to fill the mug up. She gasped as she tried to turn the knobs and found only vacant pipe. She cried out and dropped the glass inside of the sink as her mind fell into a vat of steam that took her to the brink.
“I've had it!” she exclaimed as she felt her tears freeze behind her eyes in order to give her a migraine. “I've had it! I hate him!” she spilled out before she walked to her room in order to get changed. “I've had it! I'm walking!” she exclaimed as she sprayed on some perfume, shrugged on a coat, and walked out of the door.