TRISTAN’S WISH
Smoke rose silently from my cigarette, curling now and then as it wafted towards the ceiling above. Some idiot inside the flat screen babbled on about a third world country in need of our support and my coffee grew colder by the second, but I wasn’t tuned in to those things. Instead I concentrated on the soft clicking noise as the bedroom doorknob slowly turned. You could just see it stop and then the slightest vertical crack began to widen, as the door swung inward on old but reliable hinges.
Thoughts ran through my mind as I wondered what she was thinking…or if she was thinking at all. It would better for her if she just went along with the plan of course, but I knew the rebellious part of her brain would struggle with compliance even as her outline took shape in the doorway.
The filtered light didn’t quite reach the end of the long hallway, only increasing as one made their way towards the front of the house. Approaching, taking one step at a time as she ...
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