Jame and Loretta

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A couple breaks up.

Submitted: September 08, 2015

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James and Loretta The alarm on the bedside radio clock begins its insistent tone, gaining volume with the crescendo iteration of the sounding, increasingly irresistibly compelling the sleeping to rouse and silence the menace with a firm mash to the button on the remote control. Loretta in a dreamlike state, somewhere between deep slumber and consciousness responds by reaching up and over the back of James who sleeps soundly through the whole episode. She silences the offending device. She puts her exercise toned; slightly tanned dancing legs over the side of the bed and springs into her morning routine. A thorough limbering stretch of all muscle groups, a light strength workout with the Solo Flex machine, followed by a five mile run through the city and park. *** As she bounds up the brownstone’s steps, she is aglow with the exertion as well as the recent lifting of considerable weight from her shoulders and her conscience. Her obligations are markedly reduced after last night’s row, allowing her to breathe in the fragrant spring air which bears the expectation of a glorious summer. She is ebullient, wishing to express the feeling in all its glory as soon as earthly possible. However, first she must muddle through the inevitable morning scene awaiting her in her kitchen. James has, while she exercised, arisen and micturated. Now seated at the kitchen table, mug in hand he is deeply engrossed in the reading of and the responding to, his E-mail correspondence. Her intention is to maintain as light an atmosphere as possible, so she bounces into the kitchen and straight to the range immediately beginning the preparation of a breakfast of poached eggs, dry toast, spicy V-8 Juice and fruit cup. She begins with, “Good morning, looks like great weather.” The barely audible, mumbled response without a break in attention to the screen allows her to know James is intending to play difficult. She slogs on offering, “I’m sorry for some of what happened last night, but I do believe if those things are between us it is better to get them out earlier than later, especially since they appear to be deal breakers for the both of us.” Her natural inclination is to face straight into the wind and grit her teeth against the gale rather than seek an easier path through. Blunt always serves her best. Engaged, he raises his eyes, surprisingly bleary she thinks as though he has not slept, was his slumber through the alarm for show? “I was taken aback at what was pent-up between us, wholly taken aback, shocked you might say.” “Alright then you admit we’re too far apart to find our way across, so we can walk away clean without rancor.” Desperately she wants him to lay it down, give over, and let it go. She can go round for round if required but she would rather avoid all that and glide out smooth. Looking full at her now, the Lycra tight on her on firm body, the mind as quick as a trap, an excellent conversationalist, possessing exquisite taste, Intelligent and Emotional Quotient well above average, this is a package not easily acquired. Regrettably, he may have overplayed, the question stole his slumber during the night, has he fouled or is she just working her way out using this spat as the exit vehicle. “I’m afraid I may have more feelings invested than what would allow me to not feel some rancor.” Dropping the eggs into the water as the toast springs from the toaster, she calculates if he will finish breakfast or leap from the table in indignation prior to finishing for maximum theatrical effect. Already her mind is deforming, replacing the awe which her previous appraisal inspired in her with a perception causing her to lose respect for him. Consequently, she is increasingly unable to appreciate what in the world drew her to him in the first place. “Would you please fill the fruit cups?” “Forget the fruit cups, this is our life, our dream, how can you abandon all we wanted, schemed to have?” “Jim, I’m not abandoning anything, you said yourself we are on different tracks, with no way to cross over, either one of us. It is just not meant to be.” She spoons the eggs onto the plates, places the toast cut in half alongside and slides the breakfast on the table sans fruit cup and spicy V-8 Juice. For fun she tries to remember how many times she had nursed some guy through this conversation. They always want to hang on when in fact the hand grip has disintegrated. Wanting still to take advantage of the wonderful way she feels and the beautiful weather outdoors she lights in the chair wondering how she might move the matter along. “Let’s just walk out heads high, I have to go downtown, so I’ll shower and you can take your time packing up and be gone when I get back that way there doesn’t have to be anything awkward, what do you say?” “I say, you are rather flippant about this, almost gay I’d say.” “Well, I’m not going to get all emotional about something there is absolutely nothing I can do about, what’s the point? To make ourselves feel bad? It didn’t work, let it go, you’ll find somebody else, I am certainly not the first nor, I suspect, the last girl in your life.” Flaccid he needs to buck himself up. She is taking the man’s part leaving him as the milksop. How’d he get here, how? When had the tables turned, when? Where did he relinquish control? He felt nauseous, truly woozy having never been in this position before. “OK, I’m gon’a catch a shower and bug out, you take your time.” She rises, gives him a buss on the forehead. Saying, “Thanks for what we had it was something special, I’ll treasure…” She is already in the bedroom. He retches. The End


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