Tag: Advice

Walk Away


His head, ensconced as it was, inside his man’s hands, gleamed, inviting her to study its irregular surface, an assortment of irregularly shaped freckles, and a day’s growth. She remembered how it felt; and his scent.

“I don’t get it.” He shuffled his running shoes. “I just don’t get it.”

“Of course you do!” She leaned across the table, stretching her arms the width.

“It’s just so much bullshit…”

He straightened and reached for a cigarette, keeping his eyes lowered.

“Then walk away….just walk away!”

“How do you do that? Walk away…” He paused to suck on his cigarette. “How do you just walk away?”

And then, “I wish I was more like you…”

The words swam between them.

She felt them on her eyes, before she stood,

and, walked away.

© Copyright 2007-2008 Stacye Carroll

http://www.thewriterslife.net

Arm-wrestling God

We share 20 years.

She hosted a beautiful wedding as I joined my life to my first real love, and provided a haven when he returned to his; liquid, cold, uncaring, and violent.

She was there through the howls of birth; first mine, and later, theirs.

And, as I suffered through the death of one not to be born alive, she was there as I emerged from the examination room, holding a single rose, and her tongue, on the long, silent ride home.

When I determined to try again, staring down forty, she propped me up when my feet were too swollen to carry me, and never failed to remind me of the folly in my decision.

Now as I bare my soul, share my guilt, and bemoan my lack of restraint, she does what only she can do….

“You arm-wrestled God for a man, honey! What did you think was gonna happen?”

This is her gift…

© Copyright 2007-2008 Stacye Carroll

http://www.thewriterslife.net