The night has fallen, only flickering shadows dance across the walls. He quickly looks up as she silently walks in the room. In the glimmering light he catches her passing the window. She pauses to look out the window. The rain has been pouring rivers across the glass, washing away the cares of her mind. It was that moment in time, just enough for him to get up and move towards her. Hesitantly!

The smell of a freshly washed body fills the air and drives him closer. Somehow she knows he is there and lowers her head, her long hair falling to one side, exposing the back of her neck. The reflections from the candle glow highlight each strand of hair. It causes him to stop and admire what he sees. For the next few moments the only sound that is louder than the rain is the second hand of the mantle clock, ticking away. Yet to him it might as well be his heart. For the image that he sees will be ingrained in him forever. It is something that the outside world will never know.

A verse from a poem flashes through his mind.

Beauty is found in others
Where they forget to look
A simple smile, A graceful walk
Hidden in a nook

His hand reaches out and touches her shoulder. She jumps as if a round of thunder had rung through the walls, rattling the window panes.

It is there that the quiet of comfort and solitude no longer exist. When the ability to understand ones self is waken by the thoughts of others. Yet she is afraid to turn around. The little girl inside is so curious, the women so willing but the adult to understanding, thus she continues…. looking out the window.

For anything that follows will require something that many are afraid to admit, that decisions of the heart take time yet may conflict with the mind.

She no longer feels the touch of him or the rhythmic breathing against her skin. As she turns to look, no one is there. Was it a fantasy, a dream? What?

A part of her life has shattered, yet the glass is not broken.

Oh if she could do things over. Those moments when one can’t decide to turn left or right, that fatal hesitation in ones life.

(c) Fatpuppy 2014

conflict of the mind!

very good imagery