Her eyes fixated on the breakfast dish of eggs and toast, oblivious to the storm outside. Long ago memories begin to drip back into her consciousness in unison with the falling rain. A smile slowly invades her cheeks, pushing back the wrinkles that have since breached her looks.
Lindsay, now 56 and alone, travels back to a time when ‘he’ was with her. Her love for ‘him’ would haunt her dreams still, after 10 years.
“Woof!” The Toy Fox Terrier, Lindsay’s lone companion, spoke with a resonance of want.
“Come to mommy…here ya go, little boy.” As Lindsay holds out strips of freshly made bacon for the taking.
Her eyes fixated on the breakfast dish of eggs and toast, oblivious to the storm outside..
Lindsay, now fixated on the visions of her boyfriend from long ago, slips into a trance, dancing along side the muffled sounds of her little boy chewing his pork in the background. She remembers…remembers what it was like before, when he was a good man.
Her hand nervously twirls a knife between thumb and forefinger, in tempo with the storm outside.
“I remember when…” Lindsay thought silently.
Turning her eyes back to the eggs and toast platter, “What it felt like to be loved.”
The thunder rattles the plate of eggs and bacon under her gaze. Lindsay’s demeanor instantly mirrors the outside darkness and chaos. The blackness of the storm merges with her emotions. Lindsay’s hand reacting instinctively, slices the eggs twice with one swipe of her hand.
“Take that you bastard!!”
Dropping the knife, Lindsay couldn’t help but laugh to herself at the resemblance.
“And to think I got away with it,” she mused.
Motioning for her little boy, Lindsay whispers into his ear as he licks her face…
“We’re gonna visit daddy, today.”