Gerlinde

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 21, 2020

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Why forever these lonely streets, she thought, as he was meaninglessly towering over her. Hadn’t it been enough to have been married to him once? Sure, Guenther had arrived in this country with intention to stay. He didn’t like it in Germany, he claimed. And it had all worked out for him, even though their marriage had not been successful.

 

She remembered her old apartment where they had first met, a two bedroom in old town. Guenther, taciturn and philosophical had really never been her type. She was lively, easy to make friends with, generally the center of attention.

 

And now he was giving her her ring back that he once had pawned just for another glass of wine.

 

It was cold outside, February.

 

Their social circles had changed as well. Oddly he had made a lot of new friends, people who understood him, he claimed. And her career as stage designer had finally taken off as well, but now she was the withdrawn one. Maybe to design props for an Ibsen play would do that to one.

 

Now she lived at the beach in a small cabin. In the evening the setting sun almost made her heart break. She remembered her hostile harangues against him.

 

She knew he was planning to move to the West Coast.

 

But there, at their final meeting on Columbus Circle she just grabbed the ring from him. “I wish you a lot of happiness,” she whispered. What was he to her now?

 

She woke up the next morning. Her bewilderment had finally left her. She regarded her circumstances with optimism again. Not all was lost.

 


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