Sunday, October 16, 2005

The first crack

If I had my way, I would banish misunderstandings to the most far-flung corner of the earth.

Too bad I don't.

A couple of emails not even as long as the length of my palm acted like a splash of ice-cold water to my face. An invisible metal clapboard shoved up the small of my back. Sensory nerves jumping to life with the crushing of my big toe. An angry bruise pushing the grains of my skin with kneaded concentration. Yes, all the ways to describe the jolt back to reality, of the one thing I was constantly pushing to the back of my mind.

The one thing I didn't want to and couldn't bear to see appearing in a friendship we thought would take us straight through to white hairs and bent backs has surfaced. The first crack.

The first visible crack.


Laid bare at 9:04 pm
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