A bit of fiction for today…
The blond woman is sitting in her favorite chair. The fingers of each hand are pressed against each other and she flexes them simultaneously as if she is experimenting with their movement. She is looking forward past the other woman in front of her. She has no answer for the question.
The other women decides to take a chance. Her hand reaches out to rest on a knee.
The hands stop moving as the blond pauses a moment. What are you doing?
Why? Her hands begin moving again.
I don’t know. She moves it away.
Have I hurt your feelings?
No. Well yes. Maybe.
They both now sit quietly unmoving except for the hands bending and flexing.
Are you going to answer me?
I haven’t decided.
What’s that supposed to mean.
It means what it means. The blond stops moving the hands again and returns the other woman’s sullen glare.
Maybe I should just go then.
The other woman stands as if to walk out. Dammit, why are you so cold.
The blond catches her arm. I’m not trying to be.
Well, then what are you trying to be?
You don’t have to be afraid of me.
I’m not. I am afraid of me. The blond says this and lowers her head.
The other woman places her hand on the smooth ridge of the blond woman’s neck. I’m not.
I know but you should be.
Then I’ll go and never ask again. Would you like that?
No. but it’s probably best.
Well, then I’ll go and ask you again tomorrow. How ’bout that?
OK. The blond looks up and smiles.
Yes. Tomorrow then.
The other woman brushes her cheek, turns and leaves. The blond woman is sitting in her favorite chair. The fingers of each hand are pressed against each other and she flexes them simultaneously. Tomorrow she will have an answer.