“OK, I understand” she screamed as she ran towards the door. She grabbed the handle and flung the door open, smashing it against a small table sending their wedding photo crashing to the floor. Shards of glass flashed mockingly in the sunlight. “But you don’t” yelled Brian as if unable to understand her reaction. “Let me explain again, please. Don’t go, not now, not like this”.
But Susan had gone.
“You’ll be back” whispered Brian to himself. “You’ll see; in a little while”. A smiled slowly crept across his face. He kicked the door closed with his foot and crossed the hall to the kitchen. “I deserve an Oscar for that performance” he muttered as he took a bottle of his favourite whisky and a lead crystal glass from the cupboard. He poured a large measure, walked to the window, swirled the glass and held it to the light. “You’ll be back Susan, in a little while”.
Susan did return, about a week later. She hesitated at the door wondering if she was doing the right thing. After a moment or two she put her key in the lock and turned it slowly wondering if Brian was inside. Part of her hoped he would be sitting there in his in his favourite chair as if nothing had happened. But really she wanted the house to herself for a while so that she could gather up her things and disappear out of his life forever.
She gingerly pushed the door open, and stepped inside. Broken glass crunched beneath her feet. She looked down at the wedding picture. Her face was covered by the remains of the frame. Brian’s stared back at her wearing a self-satisfied grin. Suddenly she gasped as she looked up to see … nothing; nothing but empty spaces, blank walls and undressed windows. Nothing except a note pinned to the wall. She was floating in a dizzy haze. Was it a dream, a nightmare? As she tried to read the note, words swam before her eyes. She steadied herself, one hand against the wall, and Brian’s scrawl gradually came into focus. ‘Now do you understand?’ it said. She ripped it from the wall, screwed it into a ball and threw it across the room.“No I don’t Brian” she shrieked . Her voice echoed through the empty house. She slowly sank to the floor. “I don’t Brian” she sobbed. “I honestly don’t”
It was sometime before she moved. It was almost dark. The only light came from a streetlamp in the road. Susan climbed unsteadily to her feet and flicked the light switch on and off several times. Nothing. She made her way in the gloom to the staircase and felt her way up their bedroom. There in the light from outside she could see her clothes strewn across the floor. She knelt down, gathered them up and held them to her face as tears trickled down her cheeks. Suddenly she heard a crackling sound from the back of the house. She nervously got up and walked over the window. There in the moonlight she could just make out a figure disappearing into the shrubs beyond the lawn. A shiver went down her spine.
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