Pieces of Light
31 July 2018
I decided that the only solution was to seduce him. I found him in the Terminal Bar and Grill.
He was sober.
On the following Friday, we packed our bags and planned our escape. I was dressed in a completely inappropriate shade of red.
On the Tuesday, he told me that he liked the little oranges with the seeds better than the ones I bought. I hated him for that. And I couldn’t bear the way he made tea, or let the lemon sherbet melt all over the counter.
It wasn’t so much that I had been blind to the truth – it was just that I had seen the truth differently.