I’ve decided I will be writing a few short stories into the blog occasionally, just now and then. This one was borne out of one of the daily prompts.
She could not explain why it felt so final.
As she prepared to go on her journey, the moment that she booked the ticket, what he had said, he talked of if she didn’t come back to them. Is that what he thought? Surely not. Where on earth would she go, she did not wish to be anywhere else. She did not even wish to go back in the first place. To leave them at all. What a funny thing to say, she thought to herself as she booked the ticket. So off he went shopping alone, gathering foodstuffs for a single man. There would be no meals cooked whilst she was gone, would he survive on sandwiches and pies, chocolate and biscuits. No chance of a staple diet, she worried about him.
They would be alright, he promised not to do anything silly in her absence, nothing that would cause him damage, he would rest, he said. A friend was taking her to the station, they would not be there to bid her farewell, the kisses and hugs would have to be had before the short journey to the train.
It was only going to be a few days. So why was he speaking as though she would not be back? She did not understand, but hoped that the paranoia would not overtake sensible thought even for a moment.
But it sounded so final.
As she left for the return journey the conversation of the night before with someone else played on her mind. The words still rang in her head. “You must get there and not come back!” It seemed as though she belonged in neither place at the time. But she knew that she was right. This was no longer right for her. So much had changed in such a short time. Almost as though it was like she blinked and missed it, some altered state making her unaware of the when and how.