david et mary
i found this in an old entry, and i liked it so i fixed a couple things.
They still passed in the hall, ackward and silent, nervous. David and Mary: they tried their best to glance away, looking at anything but themselves. They lived and talked, ate and slept. Yet it wasn't the same, and nothing was ever right. The walls were cold and bare when they took the time to feel them.
Mary set down a stack of two dishes upon the counter and ate from a takeout box. She fumbled with the folds and didn't notice where the grease smudged her newspaper, the world just a black line on her table. This was life, and Mary ate it, then watched the garden through the window. It was planted last week though, and still looking healthy.
Her husband sat across the round table from her, nursing at a cup of whatever in his mug, quietly excited. Purple vinyl roses hung between them in a puddle of water.
Purple vinyl roses hung between them in a puddle of water.
It wasn't always like this, though. They were happy and comfortable, and everything was very perfect. Sarah flew the coop; David and Mary were all just the same. They travelled all over and sat together on cruises and once they even went to visit their daughter. Mary still wore the same face cream she'd worn when she was a teenager, the kind that was green with mint and came in big pink tubs.
One day they woke up like they'd never met, and they spoke different languages and nothing really meant anything at all.
They still passed in the hall, ackward and silent, nervous. David and Mary: they tried their best to glance away, looking at anything but themselves. They lived and talked, ate and slept. Yet it wasn't the same, and nothing was ever right. The walls were cold and bare when they took the time to feel them.
Mary set down a stack of two dishes upon the counter and ate from a takeout box. She fumbled with the folds and didn't notice where the grease smudged her newspaper, the world just a black line on her table. This was life, and Mary ate it, then watched the garden through the window. It was planted last week though, and still looking healthy.
Her husband sat across the round table from her, nursing at a cup of whatever in his mug, quietly excited. Purple vinyl roses hung between them in a puddle of water.
Purple vinyl roses hung between them in a puddle of water.
It wasn't always like this, though. They were happy and comfortable, and everything was very perfect. Sarah flew the coop; David and Mary were all just the same. They travelled all over and sat together on cruises and once they even went to visit their daughter. Mary still wore the same face cream she'd worn when she was a teenager, the kind that was green with mint and came in big pink tubs.
One day they woke up like they'd never met, and they spoke different languages and nothing really meant anything at all.