Kalita stood, face pressed against their living room window. She watched the figures walking down her long driveway. Her somber eyes brought back blurry visions of her husband, David, his girlfriend and her three kids, talking and laughing. David’s right arm, stretched behind him, pulled the rolling black luggage, piled artfully with matching pieces. His left arm, free, reached across his girlfriend’s shoulders, giving her a quick, playful squeeze. The girlfriend’s laughter, drifting up the driveway, reminded Kalita of breaking glass; much like her heart watching the carefree moments.
Kalita’s eyes trailed to David. Foggy perplexity pushed its way into her brain as she tried to understand why he was wearing the long, green winter coat with the furry grey lining on the hood. The very coat he’d just presented her three days ago for their ten-year anniversary.
He’s wearing my coat and taking my luggage, her mind whispered. Curiosity, rather than anger strummed through her thoughts.
David’s girlfriend, clad in a red skin-tight ski suit, tossed her blonde hair as she turned to look at Kalita. The hands of time seem to be held in place by an unseen force. Their eyes locked; inquisitiveness radiating from Kalita’s, victory from the girlfriend’s.
Was David that much of a prize for her? Kalita wondered. Would she still think so when the novelty wore off. When the honeymoon period switched as quickly as the simple push of a button on a remote. When the girlfriend would suddenly snap on the light bulb of reality that David actually meant for you to iron his t-shirts and briefs. Those unexpected and outrageous requests, punctuated with one hundred watt light bulb moments.
Will you feel so victorious then, Mz. Blonde Bimbo with the perfect ass? Kalita smirked. “Well, will you?” she mouthed.
The girlfriend flashed a million dollar toothpaste commercial smile. Vaguely, Kalita recalled from the gossip mill what she knew about the girlfriend. The last two boyfriends, she recalled, were married as well. One a dentist, which explained the smile. The other, a plastic surgeon, which explained the defiance of gravity.
Kalita returned the smile, slowly, brightly and wide. She imagined at that very moment, her face must resemble a beauty make-over by a ghoulish clown gone horribly wrong.
Without missing a beat, the girlfriend lifted her left, perfectly manicured hand, momentarily blinding Kalita with a diamond on her engagement finger. Slowly, she flipped Kalita a red-nail middle finger.
Kalita sat up in bed, fast, shallow panting, her heart racing. Perspiration covered her forehead. A wave of nausea leapt from her belly, challenging the speed of light, into her throat.
David sat up next to her.
“Nightmare?” came the simple question.
“Okay, lay back down. I’ll take care of it.
Kalita obeyed wordlessly.
***I don’t plan on doing anything with this piece. The green coat and the black luggage are from a dream I had a few nights ago. I didn’t think much of it until later in the day when the images popped back into my head. Then my mind started weaving a scene and there you have it.
When I went to look at the prompt for Inspiration Monday, ‘Screaming Window’ caught my attention and I put the two together.***