Alors, Et Toi? | Still Waters

Still Waters

By Phill Maguire

We were never lovers. I didn’t have the nerve or the words to say. With him she was all stripes, black and white, the strong suit to his practiced passive; to me she was unresolved, unfocused, a blur.

“Hello, Elaine,” I said to her hazel eyes.

“Hi, Ben, it’s been a l-o-n-g time…she purred over social conversations and the obnoxious ringtone of some un-seen cell phone. She lingered on the “long” her words honeyed my heart. J’Adore lifted me by both elbows. My blood bubbled.

“I’ve been working a lot.” I lied.

“I hope you haven’t been working too hard…” her eyes smiled. Her lips pursed just slightly.

With him, she was all declarative sentences, with me she was complex ones with subordinate clauses and ending ellipses.

“Ben, I’ve been thinking…” her lips parted and some sentence started.

“Elaine. Elaine!” His face called across turning heads.

“Excuse me…” she touched my wrist and went. J’ Adore lowered me.

My heart kissed her lips goodbye and I left.

The Author

 

Phill Maguire a recovering zen/baptist er. physician father of 4. He lives on small 5 acre farm in So. Central PA. where he raises sheep, goats and vegetables. He enjoys reading, writing, and bicycling. In his spare time he makes sacramental wind-chimes. You may visit his writer's page at EditRed.

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