Archive | February, 2014

The listener

18 Feb

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He could feel the burden lift off his shoulders as he neared the end of his shift. The booth that he had been entrusted with was starting to feel like a prison he had unwittingly signed up for.
He began packing his belongings when he spotted a woman walking towards the booth. He ducked under the small little desk, hoping she wouldn’t see him. He knew he’s job as a ‘listener’ wouldnt end for another 5 minutes but he simply didnt want to listen any more.

Listening used to be fun, it made him happy that he was helping another soul relief its burdens but having been stuck in this booth for the last 3 years made him weary.

He shifted his weight clumsily while hiding behind the table and knocked the chair behind him over (he was a rather big fella you see).

“Are you still open? I won’t take long.”

Damn chair.

He pulled himself up from his hiding spot and took the seat next to the veiled partition.

“Yes, for another 5 minutes.”

“Thank you.”

He sighed silently as the woman began her story.

He wasn’t paying any attention to her words really – they were all the same.
Man and woman fall in love, he falls out of love and she begs him to stay. He refuses and she breaks into a million pieces.
It was like all women were schooled to react the same way, all they needed was the right moment.

Young and old, plain or beautiful.

They were all the same.

He was getting impatient and rolled up his sleebes to check the time when she asked him

“Will he finally see me if I did that?”

He chose the easiest and most noncommittal answer he could think of,
“Its your choice. If you think it’ll work then do it.”

“Alright.”

He sensed desperation and resignation in her voice.

They all sound the same..”

He reminded her that his time was up and she has to leave.

“I understand. ”

He heard her skirt rustle as she stood to leave. The door creaked ever so slightly as it was being pushed open. He waited till he could no longer hear her footsteps before he stepped out of his booth.

Her voice was strangely still lingering in his mind; she sounded really familiar, like he knew her from somewhere a long time ago.

He shook the thought out of his head as he stepped out of the building.

The sun was still up, and he turned his eyes downwards to avoid its glare; and thats when he saw it.

A shadow.
Growing darker and smaller as it neared the ground.
He looked up to see her red skirt fluttering in the air as gravity pulls it closer to its heart.

It all ended with a thud.
Her head had smashed in from the impact and there was blood everywhere.
Especially on him.

I know her..

Her face was half gone but he remembered her.

They met in the hospital where she was sent to after she was beaten half to death by her boyfriend.

They spoke.

She asked for help.

And he told her to look for him.

He told her he could help her.

Silence

15 Feb

Silence.
Nothing but silence.
Deafening silence.
She stared at her bedroom ceiling waiting for some kind of sound, but nothing.
It was driving her crazy.
She rolled over to her sides and picked up her phone to see if he had replied but nothing.
Is this how its suppose to end?
On a Valentine’s Day no less.

He didnt end it explicitly, he just said “take care”. What was that suppose to mean? She needed closure so she pushed and probed but silence.

It was unbearable.

That silence was unbearable, as was that gnawing feeling at the bottom of her heart.

It was a feeling she couldnt put down in words.

Her heart felt heavy.
Like it was made of lead, sinking with each waking moment.
Every breathe she took felt like a burden, like her lungs were full and that she could take no more – any more and they would burst like the balloon she popped yesterday in jest.

What a difference a day made.

But she wasnt sad.
She stared at the mirror in the bathroom, at the face that was staring back at her.

It showed nothing.
Blank.

She thought she might be suppressing her emotions so she tried to make herself cry but it didnt work.
Her eyes were as dry as beef jerkies.

Beef jerkies.

Ha.

She tried to force a smile instead, but the corners of her mouth wouldnt stay up without her fingers propping it up.

She got hungry so she headed to the fridge for food.

Empty.

Like my heart.

There were biscults left in the cupboard so she grabbed one.

Tasteless.
Bland, like it had no reason to exist except to fill an empty gapping hole.

Bland, like me.

She spit out the dry bits, reached for a cigerette and beer and stood by the window watching the people below.
Still trying to figure out what was wrong with her.

The beer and cigarette felt tasteless too and people watching was taking a toll. She crawled back into bed in an attempt to sleep it off but all she got was the deafening silence from her phone.