At The Appointed Hour – Fiction
She wanted to know: When are those times when you’d like him to be more emotional?
Me: What?
She kept on: Those times, when you’d like him to be more emotional…when are they?
Me: I told him I was leaving. He didn’t seem to care.
She mocked me: You’ve said this before.
I was stunned: Yes. Of course. I try to give him the benefit of love.
I scolded: I’m certainly not paying you for this.
Her: For what?
I scoffed: To question the unfair moments of love.
Our eyes met – knowingly.
Ellespeth
Views From A Poet 
I feel some betrayal in there, am I right? Nice short story for my bedtime. Thanks!
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Perhaps some betrayal – sometimes we betray our true selves, yes? Hurt feelings lead to all sorts of stuff. And leaving is – usually – not easy to do emotionally.
Dream sweetly and thanks for reading and commenting on my work.
Ellespeth
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