Life is a series of beginnings and endings. We leave one job to start another; we quit cities, countries, or continents for a fresh start; we leave lovers and begin new relationships. What was the last thing you contemplated leaving? What were the pros and cons? Have you made up your mind? What will you choose? Photographers, artists, poets: show us CROSSROADS.
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“He left me,” she whimpered, “this time it’s forever. He’s gone and not coming back. His love affair finally killed him.”
Sheila stared out the window, wet with streams of rain droplets. She slowly placed her hand upon the window as if she were touching hands with someone on the other side but no one was there, at least not anyone or thing that could be seen. She was alone.
The dark skies, full of fast moving clouds, seemed a reflection of Sheila’s mood, of her tearful soul, her racing mind. Turning from the window, she started for the dining room and grabbed a crystal liquor carafe from the sideboard then headed to the kitchen. Standing at the sink, she calmly unplugged the stopper and slowly poured the entire contents of gin down the drain. She repeated this step robotically for all the remaining crystal decanters.
It was as though she removed mementos of his lover from their home. In fact, his alcoholism had a life of its own; he indeed left his family for his ‘other’ love.
More thoughts on “If You Leave”:
- The Psychological Journey of Leaving One’s Country and the Act of Acculturation | Institute for Hispanic Health Equity