reading you....#8

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
7th installment of "meeting you" series

Submitted: February 06, 2009

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outside the weather had turned cold.  there was no snow yet, but the weather woman with the perky boobs on channel 5 was predicting snowfall that weekend.  i curled my hand around the cup of hot cocoa and proceeded through the newspaper.  i was having trouble with the mid-week crossword.

as i scurried through the back part of the paper in search of the answers to the cursed crossword, something caught my eye.  it was a black and white picture of you.  it was blurry and it definitely didn't do your gorgeous face justice. 

he walked over and kissed my cheek as he headed into the kitchen for cereal.  i almost didn't even know he was there because i was trying to figure out why you were in the paper.  but a split second later i saw it.  i saw the section title your picture was under.  it was the obituaries column.  you were an obituary.

i gasped, and almost spilled scalding hot cocoa into my lap.  luckily he caught it just before a disaster had occurred.

whoa, there!  you okay?  what's wrong?  he looked over my shoulder at the paper.

oh, nothing.  um...i had never tried to hold back tears so hard in my entire life.  i just know this person is all.  i mean, i knew her.i bit my lip and tasted a flash of copper. 

oh, i'm sorry, honey.  how did you know her?  i've never seen her before.  he cocked his head as he read the article.

i, er, we had a class together a long time ago.  it was all i could get out before i was finished with the article and had tears streaming down my face. 

you had died from an advanced form of ovarian cancer.the article said you had fought through the chemo valiantly, despite the fact that doctors only gave you a few months to live when you had first been diagonsed a little over a year and a half ago.  my head and heart began to ache.  he went back to our sofa with his bowl of cereal and turned on the tv.  sorry, honey.  you don't think you're over-reacting slightly, do you?

what?  i hadn't been listening until some part of my brain recognized his insensitivity toward my emotion.

i just mean, it's not like you've seen her in a long time.  you can be sad.  i just don't see why you're crying so hard about it.

i don't know why.  maybe i'm just a little more emotional today than normal.  ugh...i swiped at the hot tears falling down my face with the sleeve of my robe.  he got lost in the pre-football game show and i was left with my despair.  alone at the dining room table.  alone with a picture of you in better times and better health.alone.  where you'd left me.


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