He came home late from work again. The light was on in the kitchen, but she was no where to be seen. He dropped his coat and briefcase in the den, anxious for some sleep. When he reached the stairs, there were two sets of clothes scattered, leading up, hers and a man’s.
He paused, and could hear soft murmuring coming from up there. Sighing, he turned around and trudged to the living room.
Flopping onto the couch, he turned on the television.
Someday, he was going to say something, but tonight he was just too tired.
I’m rockin’ out with Lance and Leeroy again this week with my take on the 100 Word Song. This week, k~ from Bloggit Write chose Tracy Chapman’s “Telling Stories.” Rather than play off the song title as I usually do, this song spoke to me strongly of denial so I rolled with that.
Man, that is some kind of exhaustion.
Wow, that’s just sad. I like how he tells himself that someday he is going to say something.
As Cameron said, some kind of exhaustion…and some kind of wimp.
I feel sorry for him. He needs a swift kick in the ass to deal with this!
there are times when it is just too much – sigh
I agree with all you guys. The guy is kind of a doormat. I don’t think his “someday” will ever come. Most likely, she’ll leave him before he says anything and he won’t do anything to stop her.
Possibly the most defeated 100 words to date. Awesome job.
Oh I can so relate with this level of fatigue. Insomnia certainly is a curse… :/
Oh, and since I didn’t say it. Great job! (and I can’t relate to the infidelity aspect of this – just the fatigue
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It’s enervating, feeling insignificant. This reminds me of Mr Cellophane.
Y’know, I never made the connection, but you’re right. He is like Mr Cellophane. “You can look right through me…”