Illusions


Clouds of white bloom in Charlie's coffee, the colors blending: dark to light; light to dark. Outside, snow begins to fall. Fat flakes land upon the grass and dissolve immediately: white to clear.

There's a knock at the door of the cabin. He remains still, expecting no one. He hasn't seen a human being since he went to town three weeks ago.

The knock again, more insistent. He sips his coffee and waits for the person to go away.

The doorknob turns. The door swings open. A woman stands there, wearing a down jacket and a striped scarf. She unwinds the scarf from her face.

"Jennifer?"

"I've been looking for you for four months."

"Here I am."


"I see." She sits and gestures. "Can I have some coffee? I'm freezing."

He slides his mug across the table and she laughs. "No clean cups?"

"One of everything. My new motto."

"Sounds a bit lonely."

"It's easier that way."

She wraps her long fingers around the mug. Her nails are red. "Why did you leave, Charlie? You were one of the best teachers we had."

"The principal was messing with the test results."

"Oh, don't be so self-righteous. Come back. The students miss you."

"I can't make a difference in an indifferent world."

"Your logic is weak."

He shrugs.

"The world is not indifferent. Not all the time."

"I disagree."

"I think you've lost your nerve." She pushes the mug towards him.

"Could be." He tries not to notice the soft curl to her hair; avoids looking at the swell of her stomach and the band around her finger. He stares out the window.

"I can see I'm wasting my time." She stands and pushes in her chair. She wraps the scarf around her neck and heads out the door without another word.

He watches her leave, heading down the mountain, her figure slowly fading before melting away entirely.

I love you, he tells her afterimage. And he goes to pour another cup of coffee.

This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. The word was weak.


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Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams: Illusions

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Illusions


Clouds of white bloom in Charlie's coffee, the colors blending: dark to light; light to dark. Outside, snow begins to fall. Fat flakes land upon the grass and dissolve immediately: white to clear.

There's a knock at the door of the cabin. He remains still, expecting no one. He hasn't seen a human being since he went to town three weeks ago.

The knock again, more insistent. He sips his coffee and waits for the person to go away.

The doorknob turns. The door swings open. A woman stands there, wearing a down jacket and a striped scarf. She unwinds the scarf from her face.

"Jennifer?"

"I've been looking for you for four months."

"Here I am."


"I see." She sits and gestures. "Can I have some coffee? I'm freezing."

He slides his mug across the table and she laughs. "No clean cups?"

"One of everything. My new motto."

"Sounds a bit lonely."

"It's easier that way."

She wraps her long fingers around the mug. Her nails are red. "Why did you leave, Charlie? You were one of the best teachers we had."

"The principal was messing with the test results."

"Oh, don't be so self-righteous. Come back. The students miss you."

"I can't make a difference in an indifferent world."

"Your logic is weak."

He shrugs.

"The world is not indifferent. Not all the time."

"I disagree."

"I think you've lost your nerve." She pushes the mug towards him.

"Could be." He tries not to notice the soft curl to her hair; avoids looking at the swell of her stomach and the band around her finger. He stares out the window.

"I can see I'm wasting my time." She stands and pushes in her chair. She wraps the scarf around her neck and heads out the door without another word.

He watches her leave, heading down the mountain, her figure slowly fading before melting away entirely.

I love you, he tells her afterimage. And he goes to pour another cup of coffee.

This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. The word was weak.


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12 Comments:

At August 6, 2013 at 2:25 PM , Anonymous injaynesworld said...

Lovely, Kelly.

 
At August 6, 2013 at 9:11 PM , OpenID scriptorwrites said...

Mmm. Beautiful. Gorgeous. I could see the clouds of white blooming in his coffee, could feel everything, see everything, the longing, the heartache, the sadness, the setting, the scenery. This is beautiful. So sad too. My absolute favorite so far.

 
At August 7, 2013 at 8:49 AM , Blogger Elisabeth Kinsey said...

Wow. All from the word: weak? That's amazing. :)

 
At August 7, 2013 at 9:49 AM , OpenID mielle said...

Oh wow, what a beautiful read!

 
At August 7, 2013 at 11:55 AM , Anonymous steph said...

Beautifully sad even if I am a bit miffed with him hiding out and giving up. Lovely writing, as always.

 
At August 7, 2013 at 5:14 PM , Blogger Jennifer said...

Maybe she just didn't say the right things.

 
At August 7, 2013 at 8:39 PM , Anonymous JannaTWrites said...

Hiding away never healed a broken heart. I guess he will find out the hard way since he's determined to go that route :)

 
At August 8, 2013 at 8:42 AM , Blogger Kallan Annie said...

He's definitely having a bit of a wallow, isn't he? She needs to go back and give him a harder push!

 
At August 8, 2013 at 5:02 PM , Blogger Draug said...

Maybe he should go back and replace the principal, and marry Jennifer to boot.

 
At August 8, 2013 at 6:40 PM , Anonymous Trifecta said...

The little descriptions really set the mood for the sad conclusion. Love it. Thank you for linking up!

 
At August 9, 2013 at 4:09 PM , Blogger Alicia Audrey said...

Funny that she would be the one to go looking for him.
What sad, yet beautiful piece. Well done!

 
At August 12, 2013 at 6:13 AM , Blogger Deborah Batterman said...

You capture a lot here, in terms of image, emotion, etc. I like the pacing of the narrative as well. Can't help but think of another character in something else of yours -- who disappeared into a new life for different reasons. Isn't that the way our writer/minds work?

 

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