“Enough!” she cried, and the sound echoed throughout the quiet, empty
space she called home. Iris had reached an unfamiliar point of resolution while
drifting through her vague, disjointed thoughts. “No more idle mornings,” she
said in a more restrained tone of voice. “I’m finished with wasted afternoons.”
She looked at the clock on the wall, rubbed her hands over her fuzzy pajama-covered
knees and said, now softly, “There is still time for the night to be young.”
Iris pulled herself out of her hole, shuffled over to the kitchen sink
and filled a glass with water. She sipped, looking out the window onto the
bland sky, heard ringing from the deserted street below. She turned to look at
the phone in the hall. What if it were to ring just as she left? Larry might
call. He could do. Maybe he would call to invite her to the theater. He was a
last-minute caller, of course, but she could be ready in a jiffy.
She
hoped that elegantly shapeless black dress was still hanging in her closet. She
was sure there had to be some black stockings stuffed in the back of her sock
drawer. Since it wasn’t raining, she could wear the soft boots with the slight
tear in the sole; they were almost as comfortable as her sneakers. Larry was a
walker, she decided, so you never knew where they might end up. He might want
to walk her all the way home after the show. Iris could see a softly lit door way,
hear piano music calling them in. She would definitely order a champagne
cocktail.IDLE 3: a : shiftless, lazy; b: having no evident lawful means of support
Sometimes I worry my couch is forming a little hole for me haha (: Great piece!
ReplyDeleteSomehow I doubt that of you, Draug!
DeleteLoved the way you made Iris think-yes,many possibilities:-)
ReplyDeleteMany possibilities, yes, but not a lot of resolve!
DeleteYou can spend so much time imagining that you don't end up doing anything.
ReplyDeleteTell me about it!
DeleteI laughed at the description of the couch, "inverted replica of her buttocks." :) I'm glad she's deciding to get out of her rut. There are so many possibilities!
ReplyDeleteHer mind is full of possibilities.
DeleteI hope she calls him; it'd be a shame to waste all that dreaming. And definitely a champagne cocktail.
ReplyDeleteThere's always hope...
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