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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
There´s a story in everything, every episode can render a story, even when little seems to happen. Smiles, glances, gestures, all blend in passing minutes, unnoticed by most and yet remembered by some.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
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City episodes.
To those beings who find every minute something worth living.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG80331 MunichA modern couple
She reached for him in the semi-darkness of their room. He was asleep or, she thought, pretending to so as not to have to admit he just found her unappealing. It hurt her but for some sad reason, she went on trying to arouse his interest.
Her hands travelled through his chest to his limp manhood, he stirred and then turned on his side and went on sleeping. She did the same, there was no use, morning would come soon and they would go through the usual rituals of shower and breakfast and getting dressed to go to their offices, pretending they were still a couple.
Well, they were, she said to herself. They had married young, out of love and lust and they had built a nice life for themselves. They did well in their jobs, they were not in debt, they were in their mid-thirties and they were attractive.
And yet...they had lost interest in sex with each other. Well, he had, she still found him desirable and tried to lure him into it but there was no use. He complied, from time to time but it was so evident he just did this out of some self-perceived duty to their marriage that she started decreasing her attempts. It was just too painful.
She wondered if he was having some affair, some exciting relationship that made him perceive their marriage as boring and did not dare to search any further. She wanted the truth but wanted it to come from him and that would not come in words, it only came in some quick caresses to brush her away, as if she were a bothersome fly and not the girl whom he had sworn to cherish till death parted them.
The alarm clock rang. It was time to get up. He got up first and rushed to the shower, he did that every morning because his showers were quicker than hers and he hated waiting. Once his shower was over she entered the bathroom, was pleased to find it tidy as usual and took her shower, letting the hot water wash her scented soap foam away, praying it would also wash away her pain. It did not but it relieved her somewhat.
Breakfast was ready when she got to their small kitchen. He liked to prepare breakfast, he always said her coffee was too weak and her toast often burned. She found this irritating but with time she got to let him do as he pleased. After all, she often mused, this gave her more time to enjoy her shower.
“Good morning, are you very busy today?” he asked.
“Quite. I have to see about some important papers in the office and then I will go out.”
“You will go out?”
“Yes, I am going to see Maggie, hope it is ok with you.”
“Yes, why not. Give her my regards and enjoy yourself.”
Like hell you care, she said to herself viciously, or perhaps you mean it, as long as I am away from you.
“Thank you, I may be back late, please have dinner, do not wait for me.”
“Is everything fine?”He seemed puzzled and in not a funny way, more like a spoilt child about to have a tantrum.
“Yes, sure. Well, I have to start moving, I don´t want to be late.”
“Are you taking the subway? I could drop you at the station.”
“I am ok, I prefer to walk, burn the calories of your great breakfast.”
He looked at her again, searching for irony and or sarcasm and yet failed to find any. He perceived just a tired attempt to express her appreciation for the small ways he kept the semblance of marriage in their relationship. And then he realized he had failed her, she had always known and yet she had not stopped loving and wanting him. He remembered how she had searched for him a few hours before and how he had turned his back on her.
“Thank you, you know my coffee is strong.” it sounded so silly and yet it was all he could say.
“Yes, and the toast is never burned.” She contributed to his farse out of kindness, he realized. He also realized it was his time to be hurt, the only thing was he could not imagine how she would hurt him. For starters, this was enough.
Their days went on as usual, except their evenings were different. He ordered some pizza and watched some sports till he fell asleep with the empty pizza box on his lap and some empty cans on the coffee table, his tribute to beer and the creeping failure of their apparently perfect life together.
When she came home, it was late, very late. She saw him sprawled in front of the still-running T.V and tiptoed to it to turn it off. Without any further look at him, she went to bed.
They slept, woke up and got up to face their days. During breakfast, he asked if Maggie was fine, if her boyfriend had finally proposed to her and if she was doing well. She said yes to all of them and went on eating in silence. He did not ask anything else, he found there was no use, he hated being humoured.
She was not home when he came from his office but there was a note letting him know his dinner was ready, he just had to heat it, she would be home soon anyway.
He decided not to wait for her, he would eat and go out, he needed to have some fun, he was tired of all these feminine antics and wanted nothing with them.
