Thursday, March 17, 2016
Eyes of a Stranger - Excerpt
In the beginning, I received his letters regularly. As time passed, however, they became less frequent and finally I hardly ever received them. I worried constantly. My mind would go off on these tangents of wonder that became figments of my imagination. There were mornings when I would sit at the table drinking my coffee as my mind took on a life of its own. It would tell me that the letter didn’t come because someone had killed him and I had not
been notified yet. Then I would glance toward the door wondering if it were true. I would watch the door contemplating what it would feel like to be told my husband had died for reasons that no one could define. I could hear the clock ticking on the wall. Tick, tock, tick, tock, the silence of the room was closing in on me. It became more deafening as the noise of the clock grew more intense. Tick Tock, Tick, Tock! The palms of my hands sweat as the scenario continued to run through my mind. The door seemed to get closer as the silence became unbearable and the sound of the clock was all I could hear. TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK! My heart beat faster than skipped a beat….