"Imagination"

Astazi va propun o poveste care a suscitat ceva comentarii in randul celor care au citit-o (din nefericire, nimic materializat si online). Este preluata de pe blogul Ancai, intre multe altele, preafericita sotie a si mai fericitului subsemnat. Anca este profesoara de engleza, motiv pentru care blogul ei nu este public, dar daca cereti acces, sunt convins ca il veti primi.

IMAGINATION

Clara had been waiting for him since last month. Yes, since the moment he left, she wanted him back into her arms. While being at work things were bearable. But, when she came home, hours passed extremely slowly. The house work seemed less fun than usually. Reading was nice, but not for 5 hours. The TV programme was boring, the sun seemed too hot and the computer was eating up her energy. As hours passed, she felt more and more nervous. He had left abroad for a month and now he was returning home. Clara was wondering why she couldn't eat. Her body seemed to reject food that day. It was only him she wanted. From time to time the clock seemed to hunt her. Its hands were selfish in their attempt to put off the moment of his arrival.

The door closed behind him. His tired eyes were looking for a bed or for a chair. Suddenly, she jumped happily into his arms as if there were years since she saw him. The lips were happy and the eyes playful. Her fingers were trying to catch the light on his face. Her mouth was trying to remember his taste. She was drowning into his world again, but the waters were soon to recede. He slowly drifted away from the hug in an almost embarrassed way. Her smile became puzzled. When she spoke to him, her voice was stranger than usual:

- I am so glad you are back. I missed you...
- Me too. Can I get a coffee from the shelf?
- You never have to ask.
- My feet are burning. I've been walking from one place to another all week and the flight was less than pleasant.
- May I kiss you to kill the pain?, she said with a giggle.
The cold voice seemed sharper than expected:
- Later. I just want to sleep now.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing. I'm just tired. It's been a hard month.
- The worries are softened with a hug or a kiss. I thought you've learnt that by now.
- I kind of want to be left alone. To charge my batteries. You know..
- Yes, I do. But that doesn't usually come with an ice package. You want to help me overcome the heat, or what?
Her irony did worse, because his answer came like lightning.
- You'll get nothing but ice if you don't back off. I just want to rest without you on my nerves. Can't you find something to do and let me be for a while? We'll talk later.
- No, I want to know the truth. What's wrong?
- I haven't had time to miss you there. It was a lot of work to be done.
- And a very cute red-head business partner to be done, she said. she remembered seeing that lady at the airport, as a part of their "team" when he left.
- You're absurd.
- Am I? Probably. Cause only absurd women lose their men to young sensual red-heads.
Her eyes were tormenting him. He felt it was the right time.
- Well, something happened. There was this party and she kissed me when I least expected it.
- What? .... When you least expected it? ...Were you ever expecting it?
- No, that's not what I meant. She caught me off-guard. And I kind off kissed her back. I was drunk. I'm sorry.
- And did she stop at a kiss?
- Yes, ...I mean.. Well, She didn't. .... I stopped her,...eventually.
- Eventually?
- She tried to do more, but I said I was married and I couldn't do that. It was against my principles.
- Against your principles? That's why you stopped? Not because you loved me?
- No, of course I love you. Stop twisting my words! but as aprinciple I don't sleep with others.
- So your principle was OK with a kiss, but not with more. I mean... you have limits. Marriage is a "no" for sex with other people, but "yes" for kissing?
- No, I was drunk.. But, it was still, just a kiss.
- Was it hard to push her away?
- I must admit yes...I'm sorry.
- Sorry? I'm sorry for missing you...We'll talk when you wake up.
- That's it? You think I can sleep now?
- I think you should.
- Fine. But I want you to know that I'm really sorry. It was music and ....er....dim lights and she was attractive.... and I was there, away...from everything.
- Away from me... I really think you should sleep now.

She felt dizziness and a weird pressure in her chest. Like something had died inside her.
The clock seemed to mock her now. Every second was a striking hideous laugh. The hours passed over her heart like tires on sand. When he woke up there was no smooth surface left.