The ticket was waiting with the station agent in her name. No doubt he'd had his secretary take care of it, all arranged with a word and a wave of the hand between important meetings. The train would take her into the city, the cab would take her to the apartment building she'd never seen, the door key she'd be handed by the Super would let her into the apartment and into a new life.
She already knew she'd never love him, not really, not with his short temper and his selfish lovemaking and his cigar-smoking-as-status-symbol. It's temporary, just temporary.
the choices some people feel they have to make in order t o survive....
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better to understand than to suffer uselesslyReplyDelete
I'm not sure what that means, to be honest. But thanks for reading?Delete
Could read between lines. Well written :)ReplyDelete
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Sometimes people do what they have to do to get by temporary.ReplyDelete
Very sad though but hopefully it will be only temporary.
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How tragic for her. To get into a loveless arrangement like that, knowing that there's no future. That must hurt more than anything else. Like you say, it's only temporary. One hopes.ReplyDelete
Yeah, I'm guessing it's not going to be great for either of them in the long run. :/Delete
She'd probably have everything but love. It better be temporary. :)ReplyDelete
I liked how everything was taken care of in the most impersonal way possible.
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Sometimes, these things have a habit of not being so temporary after all...ReplyDelete
Geological Timescale Rule: depending on how you look at it, everything's temporary. :)Delete
A great piece of writing. The despair in your odds match the picture so well.ReplyDelete
Life, an arrangement, right.. Sad!! Good take on the prompt..ReplyDelete
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