. . . there is a woman, who wakes up beside her husband, and goes to the bathroom, and as she relieves herself, she sighs, and gets up, washes her hands, washes her faces, and tries not to look into the mirror, but she does, accidentally she looks into the woman in the mirror, and all the days of her life slam into her, and she pushes back her hair, and listens to the breathing of her husband, and suddenly, the world tilts and rearranges and she thinks of the woman she was meant to be...she pulls on old clothes not fashionable...and she slips out of the bathroom, down the hall, out the front door, down the sidewalk, her feet slapping against the cement--where is she going?
Where is she going? . . . you tell me . . . I want to know . . . where do your words take this woman? Listen to the whispers . . .
Last night, I held a novel to read. I opened it, and read and enjoyed and wondered about the author, what they were thinking since they'd sent their words to the world and if they know how beautiful they are, and that at that very moment, I was reading their words and they'd never know me, never know I smiled, and then closed the book with satisfaction, turned out the light, and dreamed.
Last night, I held a novel to read. I opened it, and read and enjoyed and wondered about the author, what they were thinking since they'd sent their words to the world and if they know how beautiful they are, and that at that very moment, I was reading their words and they'd never know me, never know I smiled, and then closed the book with satisfaction, turned out the light, and dreamed.
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She goes three doors down, to where her best friend, Karen, lives. She knocks loudly at the door. Her friend peers sleepily out at her, then opens the door. "What's the matter, Jill? It's not even seven o'clock. What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry, Karen. I'm so sorry - but you've got to help me. I need to get away, quickly, before Joe wakes up."
She follows Karen into the kitchen. Over coffee, she talks. She tells the stories she's kept to herself all these years, the stories of who she wanted to be, the things she wanted to do. She talks about her marriage. Her friend listens, doesn't interrupt.
Finally, Jill stops talking and looks out the window toward her home, where her husband is still sleeping. Karen gets up and goes to her purse. She pulls out her wallet and gives Jill all the money she finds there.
"That should be enough to get you to New York. You have friends there, too, who can help you get settled."
"Oh, Karen - I can't take that."
"Yes, you can. I've been wondering when you would finally wake up and realize that you didn't have to live like that. I've been waiting for this day. Don't be afraid.Take the money. Go get a life."
Karen reaches out and hugs Jill, steadies her.
"Thank you, Karen. I'll pay you back."
"Pay me back by getting happy, okay?"
That's the beauty of it, for me, the escape.....maybe she went slapping off down the road to the library where she borrowed a book that changed her life...from the inside. Maybe Kat, maybe you wrote it!
How cool would that be!
xxx
Sandra - oh, this makes me worry for her!
Michelle - *laughing*....
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