Lives of quiet desperation

He looked across the sea, the sun burning his bare back as he leaned against the railing.

He wondered how he was going to get out of this mess, again.

How could he explain the adrenaline rush, the high, the feeling of power when he gambled?

He sighed as he turned away from the serene blue water, so unlike the turmoil in his mind and dialed her number.


She tossed and turned in bed, unable to find any comfortable position to sleep in.

The day’s events kept running through her mind; sleep eluding her for the third night running.

What they were doing was wrong, and it had gone on too long. The sneaking, the hiding, the stolen moments…

She sighed as she looked at the time, got out of bed and picked up the phone and dialed his number.


He looked at her, unwillingly but equally unable to tear his gaze away from those big blue tear-filled eyes.

They had decided this day would come inevitably, no turning back, yet he felt uneasy going through with it.

She squeezed his hand reassuringly, though he was sure she was doing it more for her own consolation than his.

He sighed as he picked up the phone and dialed the doctor’s number.



2 responses to “Lives of quiet desperation

  1. Uuuuuhhhh, interesting! Now I want to know what happens next!!!! 😉

    Welcome back to Blogland – hasn’t been the same without you!

  2. Haha and so do I! Couldn’t decide how to continue…

    Thanks, feels good to be back! Expect more hopefully!

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