“I have to see you, just for a little while”

Samantha was standing by the sink, finishing the washing up. As she faced the tiled wall and worked her way through the pile, she was struck by the silence of the house. This was a silence that comes with living alone; every evening when Samantha did the washing up, the silence hit her.

Very suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of footsteps. Samantha raised her head, and stayed very still as she listened to the front door being unlocked. It was him.

Samantha turned around, and sprinted towards the front door. Before Charlie had closed the door behind him, she flung herself into his arms and held him close.

*          *          *

An hour had passed, and Samantha and Charlie were sitting on the sofa, cuddled up together. “I have to go in a minute.” Charlie said.

Charlotte sat up and stared into the distance. Charlie raised his hand and rested it on her shoulder.

“I hate this.” Samantha replied. “I hate how we only have a short time together before you have to run off back to your wife.”

Charlie didn’t know how to respond. Samantha knew that he couldn’t be away for too long, otherwise his wife would become suspicious. He slowly got up and put on his coat. He placed his hand back onto Samantha’s shoulder; “I’m sorry.”

He walked towards the front door and headed out, not looking back. The silence hit Samantha once more, and she was alone.

Read the piece at readwave.com


About writingsuzanne

History graduate. Freelance writer and reviewer. Passionate about film, theatre and music (film soundtracks!).
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