DeliciousMaiden
Literotica Guru
- Joined
- Apr 22, 2002
- Posts
- 15,258
Grace Moore
Grace had watched her husband pick up the card, watched his surprise and his speculation and then watched him cast it aside. Not for the first time, she became exasperated at his stubborn nature!
"They always say that writers are mad, perhaps I'm cracking now and imagine all this?"
The only positive to come out of his dismissal of the card was the evidence that he was actually not that drunk and thinking perfectly clearly, did he but know it.
Yet unlike previous times, some link seemed to keep her there, keep her watching her husband and he moved around the kitchen, as he went through the morning's activities and as he finally seated himself, supposedly lost in thought as she stood ever vigilant, yet powerless to comfort him.
"Grace?"
His voice was tentative, but it drew her closer.
"Grace...are you...here?"
She reached out to touch him, but he seemed unaware of her presence.
"John ... "
She spoke his name, moving behind him and wrapping her arms around his neck. And yet he sat, his eyes still focused directly ahead.
Why was it that she connected with that woman, a stranger, whilst her husband seemed unaware of her presence?
A wave of sorrow filled her; her misery palpable.
Even though she tried to hold onto John, she found herself being drawn away from him, unaware that as her presence faded, the mysterious card moved as if carried by a draft and fluttered slowly before John's eyes to land at his feet...
Grace had watched her husband pick up the card, watched his surprise and his speculation and then watched him cast it aside. Not for the first time, she became exasperated at his stubborn nature!
"They always say that writers are mad, perhaps I'm cracking now and imagine all this?"
The only positive to come out of his dismissal of the card was the evidence that he was actually not that drunk and thinking perfectly clearly, did he but know it.
Yet unlike previous times, some link seemed to keep her there, keep her watching her husband and he moved around the kitchen, as he went through the morning's activities and as he finally seated himself, supposedly lost in thought as she stood ever vigilant, yet powerless to comfort him.
"Grace?"
His voice was tentative, but it drew her closer.
"Grace...are you...here?"
She reached out to touch him, but he seemed unaware of her presence.
"John ... "
She spoke his name, moving behind him and wrapping her arms around his neck. And yet he sat, his eyes still focused directly ahead.
Why was it that she connected with that woman, a stranger, whilst her husband seemed unaware of her presence?
A wave of sorrow filled her; her misery palpable.
Even though she tried to hold onto John, she found herself being drawn away from him, unaware that as her presence faded, the mysterious card moved as if carried by a draft and fluttered slowly before John's eyes to land at his feet...
Last edited: