Lace Curtains

By popular demand the writer’s group will be extended an extra four weeks! More info on that later, and probably not here because I’m not overly convinced that this gets read very often or is the kind of place people go to for current or relevant information. It is on the other hand a good place to read my stream of consciousness writing produced in the group and to catch up on how much I love my customers. That being said here’s a piece from last Thursday’s writer’s group.

By Genevieve Clovis

I watched from across the room as the lace curtains fluttered in the warm breeze giving me an occasional unobstructed glance into the backyard. I hated those curtains. I’d never been a fan of lace in any form, but curtains seemed to be the worst use of the material. They’d been a wedding present from Joel’s mother and I hated them even more because of it.

I wanted to rip the curtains down. To tear them until they were useless, until they were in shreds so small they couldn’t be turned into anything other than the trash I deemed them to be.

But I couldn’t, if I did Joel and the kids would know I was home. They’d come in from the backyard and hug me and kiss me and tell me how much they’d missed me while I was away.

Casey’s laughter drifted in through the open window, past the hated curtains and struck me like a wrecking ball.

Who was I kidding, I couldn’t leave that laughter behind. She’d have to come too. And if I took Casey I’d have to take Sean. But I couldn’t take them and leave Joel all alone in the silence that would settle in our wake. And therein lies the problem, if I take Joel the curtains would follow.

I took a deep breath, walked across the room and pushed the curtains aside, “Guys, I’m home.”

 

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