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.
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