SIlence, somber and sad, filled the air. The weight of it was palatable. Diane leaned against the bathroom door, allowing it to hold her up while she stared into the mirror. Her makeup was perfect. Her blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun with just a whisp let loose on purpose. The black dress she wore was just the right amount of elegant and casual. Her french manicure immaculate. Everything was in place, where it belonged and how it should be. And her face hurt from all the smiling.

Taking as deep a breath as she could manage, she held it in, closed her eyes and swallowed her tears. Slowly letting out her breath through pinched lips, she did everything she could to force this moment away.

“Diane, are you ok?” A male voice interjected into her world, shattering the silence and bringing her back into the space and time she was so desperate to escape.

“Yeah.” Her voice was raspy as her suppressed emotions tightened her throat. “I just… I just needed to get out of that room for a minute.” She could feel him lean against the door, his body weight causing it to move slightly against her back.

“Can I do anything for you?” His voice was barely above a whisper, just enough to get through the door.

Jack was a good friend to her husband. He tried to help as much he could, but right now, Diane just wanted to be away from everything. To be alone. Everything inside of her was hurting and she didn’t know what to do. She had been the obedient daughter. She had been the faithful wife. She had been the doting mother. Had been. Those words echoed in her mind, stirring her emotions into a firestorm.

“Go away.” She choked out as her legs gave way and she slide down the door. “Please.” As her body hit the floor, the tears sprang forth in a deluge of emotions as she wrapped her arms around her knees and pulled them tightly to herself. “I just want my family back.” Her voice lost in grieving.

Outside, Jack heard her sobs, turned his back to the door, folded his hands in front of him and stood guard.

TWW 434


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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, UCF graduate, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

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