Monday, 13 August 2007

In the Window


-What are you doing?
-Nothing. Looking out.

-Why? What do you see out there?
-Nothing. He isn’t coming.

-He’s still at work.
-Or maybe he’s with that other woman.

-Why do you think so?
-I know.

-How do you know?
-He looks at me that way. He looks through me.

-Through you?
-As if I didn’t exist. He doesn’t see me. He doesn’t want me.

-Are you sure?
-Yes. He doesn’t want me. He hasn’t touched me since…

-Since…?
-Since he met…that other. He doesn’t love me anymore.

-Doesn’t love you?
-No. I see it every time I look at him. He wishes me to be that other one. But I’m not.

-No, you’re not.
-I’m just me and it is me he doesn’t love anymore.

-Have you spoken to him?
-No, he isn’t here. Ever.

-But he is. Every day.
-His mind isn’t here, his body stays here, but his thoughts are elsewhere. He’s already gone.

-You should talk to him.
-I can’t. I disgust him. He doesn’t even want to touch me.

-Come here and I’ll touch you.
-You’re not real.




12 comments:

  1. If he isn't real, he must be virtual.

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  2. Maybe, HPY, who knows what's for real?

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  3. I think I know what's real and what isn't.

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  4. Remf, for a long time!
    Yes, I'd like to think you do.

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  5. She still knows what's real. Or does she...? I like the dialog and the picture is so dark and beautiful. Full of angst.

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  6. I think she still knows what's for real, but maybe not for a long time, Elegia.

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  7. Very unsettling--glad to see it tagged as "fiction." :-)

    Sometimes our alter ego is the one that provides us with the most revealing epiphanies.

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  8. Well. I considered it to be wise to label this as fiction, Kenneth:))

    Yes, sometimes it's wise to talk with oneself.

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  9. As Elegia has already said, I also like the dialog and dark visual very much.

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  10. I'm with kennethsf on this being a bit unsettling. Hope this wasn't derived from a real life experience...

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  11. a life uncommon, labelled as fiction, luckily...and fiction it is.

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