The blistering heat of the afternoon sun burnt layers of skin from his head, as he sat and stared into space. He didn’t mind the pain at all; in fact he welcomed it as strongly as he had once welcomed her. The pain of the sun on his head would melt the pain in his heart.
It wasn’t enough though. The searing, soul splitting, tear your head from your body and throw it into the atmosphere so that the whole world can hear you scream, agony that his shattered heart was pounding into his chest, would not be quelled.
His head was empty, his body was empty. Everything was empty.
She was gone.
His face was blank but you could see it in his eyes. Through the moisture you could see the loss. His eyes betrayed the desperation to see just once more, what once they had taken for granted. The deepest black hole in space could never compare to the depth of loss in those eyes. The eyes looked but they could not see; what is the point of sight, if she could not be seen.
A scream!
A head pounding ear splitting scream.
Not the first of the day, and probably not the last. It didn’t help at all, she couldn’t hear it. She would never hear it.
His ears failed to hear the footsteps behind him, but soon his shoulder felt the comforting hand of a friend. He needed to feel the warmth of that hand, God knows he needed it. The love of a friend would never be enough, but it was all he had.
“Come on” said the voice softly, “It’s time. You need to do this. You need to face this. I’m right here with you, all the way!”
Slowly, he got to his feet and turned. A smile was managed as he began the never ending walk back inside the house. The house was so close, but so far away. He didn’t want to go in, didn’t want to face the horrendous truth that lay within. If he saw it, then he would have to believe it. He’d have to accept that she really was never coming back.
Inside, he forced his head to rise, forced his eyes to see, finally let his brain listen to the truth.
There it was, just sitting there in front of him, the awful, terrifying, stamp your heart down and split it with an axe, truth.
Chick pea and butternut squash Korma.
He had lost her. His taste buds would no longer be mesmerised by her crispy, deep fried shredded beef taste. He silently mouthed “chick peas” and cried.
11 comments:
Stop crying, some of us had Kentucky Fried Chicken last night..at least there were no dishes to do.
You know it's over when chick peas bring you to tears. Poor guy! Great writing Glen. My heart was aching with him.
Lol - you truly are a genius! I was on the edge of my seat waiting to find out what was in the house.
:-) thanks B.
J.A.W. drooooooolllll :-()
Angelia - thanks chick peas should be outlawed!
You just haven't Americanized them enough to like them.
Step 1. Coatchick pea with cornbreading
Step 2. Deep fry in Bacon drippings
Step 3. Wrap with bacon
Step 4. Eat more chick peas than you ever thought possible
Step 5. Heart disease.
VOILA- Delish. And, Americanized.
Ah, more diet drama. Let's see now...where did I put that tiny little violin. Oh, there it is! Now, let's all sing a dirge to the man incapable of feeding himself...
Hmm it is true that wrapping anything in bacon makes it good, Deep frying it as well - even better.
KB- Oh I do.. do you really think I'm stupid enough to come home from work hungry when Jo's on a diet? The reason they put McDonalds, Delice de France and West Cornwall Pasty Company on Paddington station is to help husbands get through their weight watcher dinners!
Funny!
I love chick peas.
Lots of people love them - I accept that they have a place in society as a perfectly legitimate food option. I just don't think they have a place on my plate (except for Hummus, which is allowed).
Men! You are such a dramatic bunch when it comes to chick peas.
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