A random page from the book,
let me know if these are stupid or a waste of time and I'll stop posting them
June 10, 1999
I looked at her,
"What the hell have you done to your hair?" I quizzed
"I wanted bangs" the reply came
I sighed, she looked like an idiot, but she was my wife so I smiled and said "It looks great"
and under my breath as I turned around I muttered "dumbass"
she shouted after me "what do you want for dinner?"
I mused about this for a minute I had actually eaten on the way home as I hated her cooking deeply.
I looked back at her, cocked my head to one side thought some more about it and told her "I'll just grab some soup" her cooking was fucking awful but she was convinced that she was going to be the next Nigella Lawson.
I walked out into the garden to smoke for a minute, it was a nice night, clear evening sky full of billowing clouds forming gaping monsters as if fighting in some eternal battle.
My pocket vibrated and caught me a bit off guard, my phone.. hmm I grabbed it looked at the screen and my heart leap
it was her.
The girl.
the one that I could'nt stop thinking about.
shit, my wife is indoors I glance at the kitchen window, she has'nt seen me, I walk to the end of the garden and answer the phone,
"Hi" the voice of an angel speaks to me
"how you doing?" i reply
"I need to see you" again that voice, my heart leaps
"I, I I dunno, um I can't forget about you, but I am married, I'm not happy but ok I'll come see you, when I can, I do need to talk to you" I know i am sounding desperate now
"Look you figure out what you want and get in touch ok?" Why does she sound like this???
"I'll text you soon" I know my voice is wobbling, I'm talking low so I can't be heard.
the guilt is killing me, I don't love my wife, I thought i did, but I guess I never really knew what love was, something inside was wrong with me.
Then the girl came alone, the girl, Tall smart, funny, perfect skin, as if god himself and had made the perfect woman and sent her to earth.
what could I do?
-ok remember this, you don't know what happens next so don't panic I made the right choice and I am not an asshole by nature, and please folks remember this, life has an odd way of kicking you in the ass even when your trying to do the right thing.
let me know if these are stupid or a waste of time and I'll stop posting them
June 10, 1999
I looked at her,
"What the hell have you done to your hair?" I quizzed
"I wanted bangs" the reply came
I sighed, she looked like an idiot, but she was my wife so I smiled and said "It looks great"
and under my breath as I turned around I muttered "dumbass"
she shouted after me "what do you want for dinner?"
I mused about this for a minute I had actually eaten on the way home as I hated her cooking deeply.
I looked back at her, cocked my head to one side thought some more about it and told her "I'll just grab some soup" her cooking was fucking awful but she was convinced that she was going to be the next Nigella Lawson.
I walked out into the garden to smoke for a minute, it was a nice night, clear evening sky full of billowing clouds forming gaping monsters as if fighting in some eternal battle.
My pocket vibrated and caught me a bit off guard, my phone.. hmm I grabbed it looked at the screen and my heart leap
it was her.
The girl.
the one that I could'nt stop thinking about.
shit, my wife is indoors I glance at the kitchen window, she has'nt seen me, I walk to the end of the garden and answer the phone,
"Hi" the voice of an angel speaks to me
"how you doing?" i reply
"I need to see you" again that voice, my heart leaps
"I, I I dunno, um I can't forget about you, but I am married, I'm not happy but ok I'll come see you, when I can, I do need to talk to you" I know i am sounding desperate now
"Look you figure out what you want and get in touch ok?" Why does she sound like this???
"I'll text you soon" I know my voice is wobbling, I'm talking low so I can't be heard.
the guilt is killing me, I don't love my wife, I thought i did, but I guess I never really knew what love was, something inside was wrong with me.
Then the girl came alone, the girl, Tall smart, funny, perfect skin, as if god himself and had made the perfect woman and sent her to earth.
what could I do?
-ok remember this, you don't know what happens next so don't panic I made the right choice and I am not an asshole by nature, and please folks remember this, life has an odd way of kicking you in the ass even when your trying to do the right thing.
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I'm tired.... I think I'm gonna go sleep. Yeah... That sounds like a good idea.
Yeah. Sleep.