"A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead."
― Graham Greene, The End of the Affair
I'm stuck again,
In the same old game,
And there's no way in,
No way out.
I found me a man,
That don't give a damn,
So I wait, I wait every night.
If I try to explain
What breaks me so,
He cries and begs for me not to go,
And so I stay, and I hold his hand
As he looks away without a sound...
Lou Doillon
Michonne stood in the driveway of her new home trembling as her body released a staggering amount of adrenaline. If it wasn't for recognizing her face, Michonne thought she was being targeted by a homeless person wearing a white sweater with holes, rips, and snags on a hot day in June. An emaciated meth addict.
It was Lori who had driven a vehicle that was unfamiliar to Michonne, but anyone could see it was an older model convertible in pristine condition. A collectors dream. Turning down the radio, Lori kept her engine running. She got out of her car and confronted Michonne who had just hung up on her less than 5 minutes ago.
"Why do you think this is a game, Michonne?"
"Isn't it? I'm sorry if I had gotten it all wrong, Lori. It's just with all this tit for tat. The constant back and forth. I guess if it were, you of all people would know. The true victor. You are the Winner. Yay, Lori."
Michonne used her hands to mimic pom poms. Her tone lacked the necessary enthusiasm to be taken seriously, especially when she proceeded to instruct the brunette on how to feel about the subject.
"Now please get back in your car and go home. Your trophy husband is probably wondering where the hell you are this morning." Michonne tried to brush off the encounter.
Lori's chest swelled, and the words fell from her lips as quickly as it would have been to lie. She spoke the absolute truth. If this were indeed a game, she was ready to claim her stance, once and for all.
"Well, I am offering him to you. Your prize. He is yours to do with whatever the hell you two see fit. I had only come by to make it official. I am done. He's yours. And, looking back on some things, I believe it had always been that way from the very beginning. I will never get a straight answer from either of you. You really deserve each other."
Lori didn't waste any time getting back in her convertible in hopes to leave behind an awestruck woman. A woman who through no fault of her own caused so much grief in Lori's seemingly perfect life.
What Lori had announced had taken her six months to come to terms with and in doing so she had to make up for lost time. Precious time wasted.
And so I stay, and I hold his hand
As he looks away without a sound
A/N: For those of you that may be new to Fox World of storytelling I will point out I have yet to tell a story in true chronological order. Snapshot. Puzzle pieces. You will not find any true order here.
My topic tends to be about infidelity. I have quite a few stories without that theme but you will find it here with a slight twist that makes it different but not by much. There isn't a rabbit hole in this one.
This is already written to completion. I am just not sure if I can post it all in one sitting due to time I wasted trying to figure out how to work Tumblr. I will try. Each Chapter no more than a 1000 words or less.
PS. Expect an update to All I Need next weekend. That story still amuses me. Also Swipe Right I will be closing out soon. I will update how close I am. Thank you to all who continue to read my stories. Thank you!