This post contains the first of a series of short stories I plan to write. All the stories will be unrelated, they will all be short and abrupt, most of them will try to make sense (I cannot guarantee anything). These stories are purely fictional like most of my other posts but these stories are different in the sense that they won’t be written in the form of a first person account. So here is Random Story#1:
HE AND SHE
He is standing in front of the door, his eyes giving away the pain his face is so desperately trying to hide, staring at it as if waiting for a clue, a little something that would tell him what lay beyond it. The door stares back at him impassively, he looks at the door bell but the thought of anymore noise disgusts him, after the events of the day he cannot tolerate anymore noise his body instinctively moves a step back, blood is oozing out of his left leg the pain still very ripe, his socks which were immaculately white in the morning are all damp and red. All he was looking for was a bit of peace a place where he could sit silently away from all those intrusive eyes, no sympathetic words, no accusatory questions, just silence, to calm himself, to detach himself from the paranoia and come to a decision on what to do next but unfortunate as he was his home was no longer that place. He had taught himself t to deal with those nagging questions but today was a different day, patience was no longer at his disposal he knew he would end up hurting her and what would the kids think, he had completely forgotten about the son and the daughter, he couldn’t let them see him like this, ahh……his thoughts were interrupted by a surge of blinding pain in his dislocated shoulder but he was not sure what hurt more.
She was lying on the bed her eyes burdened with sleep, hoping praying that the bell doesn’t ring, an emergency meeting a city wide massive traffic jam, somehow anyhow he is an hour late, she was desperate for an hour of peaceful sleep. After a marathon session which included everything from feeding the kids to disciplining them to finishing their homework along with all the other household chores, she was completely exhausted but finally alone, the son was at piano practice the daughter went for dancing lessons, all she needed was an hour to rejuvenate and after that she would be ready once again to devote herself to him and the kids, but she needed this one hour just for herself, she never wanted the second kid just an year after the boy was born but he insisted and her life has been a chaos ever since, he used to be sensitive and caring but now he lived as if there is a set pattern that needed to be followed overlooking all the changes happening in and around him, she was aware that all these years of living together had made both them bitter, but she could deal with all this what really disappointed her was that he never turned into the man she expected him to become one day.