Consequences of Marriage
Old one - Brought a smile, hence posting here:
So one such evening when you could be fairly sure it is going to rain, Harry, looking into her eyes, asked Linda if she would marry him. But it was the way he asked her.
”Linda, should you say no now, someday if by the turn of events I have to face a firing squad , I shall remember the distant afternoon I discovered you”.
Unfortunately for him she said yes .
Twenty nine months later, one winter morning, Harry woke from troubled dreams, to find himself transformed into a giant horrible vermin. A voice, perhaps Linda’s, called him Gregor Samsa and he reflexly turned towards its direction.
Pubtales: A Short write-up we usually do in a pub/hangout while waiting for beloveds to turn up. Mostly based on the interesting people seen around in the pub.Can also be seen in the movie ‘ Wonder Boys’.
To D or not to D
“She hovered somewhere between the realest of realities and the most blatant of impersonations.”~ Crazy Sunday, Scott Fitzgerald
She sat at the window table and watched the dusk invade the sky. Rains had stopped; people had started to move out in a sort of agitated celebration, a hustle, either to make up for the time lost or to avoid the next wave of showers. Or both.
She just gazed, not watching anything in particular. Once in a while she turned to sip her tea. After about half an hour, she opened a few pages from an envelope and signed her name at the bottom. She now was officially divorced. It felt different but not relief - a prickly heaviness and a sense of lightness. After a moment of indecisiveness, she tried to remove her ring, but it had gotten used to her finger too long.
She left it as it was and walked out collecting her coat from the hanger. The sky looked impending; she opened her umbrella and walked in haste, to make up for time lost or to avoid the next wave of showers. Or both.
One couldn’t really tell.