Flash Fiction series, AKA bored and needing a first post
Nighttime
At night, in the dark, things were different between them. Dry gin martinis aside, they were nothing like their daytime selves. There were no words exchanged between them; chatting was reserved for moments marked by daylight and sobriety. But that was fine, because cloaked in the silence of the night, their truth came to light.
Daytime
Unlike the night, the day was choked by words that said nothing. Just a desperate try for normalcy that always fell short. In public, they were perfectly polite. They held court together, untouchable, remote. She watched closely, hid her weariness behind a bright smile. When were they going to talk? Soon, she decided. That night.
Tyger, tyger, burning bright…
Things had to be the way they were between them. She understood that, understood the very real chance of losing everything she had. But that didn’t stop her from wanting things she knew she couldn’t have in the daylight. Didn’t stop her from reaching out only to remember and pull back at the last moment.
I say that for destruction ice/ Is also great and would suffice…
You look in the mirror, but what you see isn’t who you are. You look icy, inhuman. She knows you, knows that beneath your icy exterior lies a warm, melting core. You know she wants more, but more is dangerous. You know better than to give her what you both want. So you stay icy.
Aftermath
When the truth came out, you ran. You weren’t like her, able to weather scandal on a bright smile and a shrug. She told you, “Come home, everything’s fine,” but you were done trusting her blindly. You watched from shadows as she went on with her parody of a life. You laughed.
Blue Bells
When you read the wedding announcement, you felt a certain vicious justification. It was immediately overwhelmed by a crushing sense of wrongness. She was yours, and no man married in a last ditch attempt to save face could change that. You made sure to save the date. You had a gift for the bride, after all.
Day Zero
You never thought you would be this cliché, icy sweat sliding down your back as you wait. The moment you will use to ruin this ‘ceremony’ is close at hand. You hear the words, and throw open the heavy doors, embarrassed and furious. Heart pounding, you march up to her and hold out your hand.
Divide and Conquer
You never even contemplated failure, so her slight hesitation didn’t worry you. But then he touched you, and anger surged bright. Your arm cocked back of its own accord, but you couldn’t say you were sorry. “Blair, what the fuck,”
Unable to help yourself, you give him a little kick. You extend your hand again.
Ready, Set, Rescue!
You look up into cobalt eyes, ignoring your groaning ex and a million pairs of curious eyes. “Let’s go, S. I’m rescuing you from a life of mediocrity and monotony.” She smiles, eyes crinkling. “I thought you’d never ask, B.” Stepping over the groom, you exit hand in hand, stage left into the fading daylight.