Leila looked through the window. A woman and her son were raking leaves. Some children were jumping on a pile of leaves. It’s autumn. The season of the year reminds her of her hurts and aches. It was on a day replica of the one that stood before her that Keith left. Each step brought back old memories. She wondered if a day could have an exact double of itself.

“Keith, can you please hear me out?”
“Ok.”
“But Keith, you’re not listening.”
“I am!”
“No, you aren’t. You are not looking at me. You are busy scrolling through your phone. It’s like I’m having a dialogue with myself.”
“Lady, what do you want from me? Must I look at you while you talk?”

“Yes, Keith.” Her voice tuned down as she continued. “You don’t talk to me anymore. I ask you questions and you nod or shrug. Each day, I see a different version of you. How long are we to go through this cycle? Keith, what’s going on? Please let me in. I’m your wife. We can seek help.”

“I don’t think with this. You don’t know the extent to which I have tried.”
“Keith, you but not us.”

“Leila. I don’t want to open the door for you to come in. I don’t want you to be my guest in this. I don’t want you to walk through my midnight. We’ve been through a lot together.”
“But…”
“No, please don’t bother. I’ll find a way through it.”

That was the last time they spoke. That was the last time she saw him. He walked out of the house and hasn’t yet walked in. Every day, she stayed up till past midnight awaiting his knock on the door. Their children are eager to have their father come back home.
Her phone beeps. She picks it up. It’s a message.

I’m still on the quest. Dawn is gradually walking in. I’ll always love you. Keith.
She nods her head as tears stream down her eyes.

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Margarida Brei
Margarida Brei(@margarida-brei)
18 days ago

Very intriguing. So was the husband depressed? Would appreciate reading Part 2.

Sandra James
Sandra James(@sandra-james)
17 days ago

I felt tears welling in my eyes when I read the text message, too! Some comfort for Leila as she waits and hope for a happy ending. I look forward to Part 2, Thomson! Well done  🙂 

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Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
16 days ago

I am holding back my tears as I am reading your story, Thompson. I feel Leila. Well done, Thompson.

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Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
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9 days ago

You’re welcome, Thompson.

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