An Enigma Wrapped in a Puzzle Heading toward Divorce Court
"Something is missing, isn't it John?" she asked, pulling on a strand of her red hair with one hand, biting her nails with the other.
"Maybe we need to look at it more closely," he offered calmly.
"What do you think I've been doing!" she shouted more angrily than
she had planned. "That's all I've done, John. Try to figure us out."
"Remember that time we traveled up coast and had a picnic by that red
schoolhouse? I think it was Fall. Maybe it was a barn and not a schoolhouse?"
"No, I don't remember your random recollection that's completely
irrelevant to our current discussion. Why bring something like that up,
John?"
He looked down, shook his head, and muttered, "I was just trying to
connect, but you're like a want ad page listing jobs, then I interview and am
told, 'You're not quite the right fit, not what we're looking for. Better luck
next time.'"
"Let me tell you what you're like, if we're being honest," honesty a
rare and usually valueless commodity in relationships. "You're a puzzle,
John, with most of the pieces missing, on the floor, or eaten by the dog.
Trying to figure you out is turning my head into a mushroom cloud ready to
detonate," and she pulled more intensely on her already thinning red
strand of hair.
"So, what should we do, Sue?" he asked, looking out the window at a
random sparrow beating its wings against a strong headwind.
About thh author
Steve Gerson writes poetry and flash about life's dissonance. He has published in many journals plus his eight chapbooks: Once Planed Straight; Viral; And the Land Dreams Darkly; The 13th Floor; What Is Isn’t; There Is a Season; Have Not; and Who Am I Today.
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