Marry-Go-Round

Dita

by Dita

Story

He had puppy-like hazel-brown eyes and a jaw of a warrior. Slightly wavy and thick hair was slicked back, usually in a motion that required him to use both hands. This time his well build body with broad shoulders shrank as the information sunk in.

“Don’t you wanna sleep here?” he asked slipping his hands into the trouser’s pockets.

“I really can’t,” she replied with a warm gaze and silky smooth voice. He looked to the floor for just a Second than looked to her hopefully once more:

“You sure?”

The innocence in his wish for her to spend the night with him touched her heart.
She reached to his face and rested her palm on his cheek:

“It’s not like I’m never coming back.”

“I know, I know…” He hugged her again real tight and unlocked the apartment door.

“Just send me a short message when you get home safely, ok?”


“I will.” 


As she made her way on to the street she pulled up the hood of her velvet jacket. She picked up the pace. The pain in her chest made her heart shrink. The steps became quicker. Her stomach was tying in to a knot. Her arms started to swing faster beside her body to gain more speed. Chest kept tightening and tightening up. Walk turned in to a run. Images of yet another visit she just left arose. The run became a flight. She ran through the whole city whithout stopping.

She arrived to her apartment, standing in front of the door, trying to calm her breathing. With the last heavy exhale 
she turned the key. “Welcome home, honey! Hope you’re hungry!” she heard her husband shout out of the kitchen. She made it home in time for dinner but she failed to outrun the shadow of regret and shame.

© Dita 2020-01-05

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