{"id":24,"date":"2011-01-08T03:37:32","date_gmt":"2011-01-08T03:37:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marklidstone.com\/TheWriter\/?p=24"},"modified":"2011-01-13T19:26:42","modified_gmt":"2011-01-13T19:26:42","slug":"tomorrow-last-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marklidstone.com\/TheWriter\/tomorrow-last-night\/","title":{"rendered":"Tomorrow + Last Night"},"content":{"rendered":"

Two shorts I\u2019ve put together as a follow up to\u00a0One Week Ago (read that one first if you haven\u2019t yet)<\/a>.<\/p>\n

TOMORROW<\/p>\n

I saw her again tonight. She was rocking in her chair \u00a0– she\u2019s been there every night for a week now.<\/p>\n

I tried to talk to her. I told her I loved her. She opened her mouth as if to speak but nothing came out. She never closed it. It was frozen in a state of silent moaning.<\/p>\n

I apologized. There was no reaction. I told her it wasn\u2019t my fault, I was drinking, she pushed me too far. I didn\u2019t try to kill her, I just wanted to shut her up \u2013 just for a while.<\/p>\n

She finally closed her mouth. Her eyes looked into mine. Hurt, pain, suffering. The tears still balancing on her eyelids threatening to fall but never going through with it.<\/p>\n

I left her like I\u2019ve done every night. I went back to my room and cried. Tomorrow I will stay in a hotel. I need to get away from her. I need to sleep.<\/p>\n

LAST NIGHT<\/p>\n

Last night I booked a room at a hotel. I lid in the bed that was too soft and stared at the wall that was too yellow. My eyes wouldn\u2019t stay closed. I saw her every time I shut them \u2013 rocking in her chair. I thought the sounds of the other guests would comfort me. I heard nothing. Nobody in the halls or talking in the other rooms. Just me. Me and my wife.<\/p>\n

I found her standing at the foot of the bed. Her silk dress touched the floor. The mud still hadn\u2019t dried. Her eyes locked onto mine. The tears were falling now \u2013 they wouldn\u2019t stop. They dripped from her chin to the floor like a leaky\u00a0faucet.<\/p>\n

She climbed onto the bed towards me. Her mouth gaped and her lower jaw trembled. Tears dripped onto the sheets until they reached my face. I was terrified. I couldn\u2019t move. I shut my eyes and fought back tears like a child hiding from a bad dream hoping \u00a0it would be better when I opened them.<\/p>\n

I could feel her cold wet hands on my face. Mud smeared my cheeks and lips while water dripped onto my closed eyelids. Slowly her fingers moved to my throat. I began to cry from fear. Her fingers tightened \u2013 I could still breathe but the pressure and pain were overwhelming. I opened my eyes. She looked as if she were\u00a0howling at the top of her lungs. Her tears dripped into my eyes and forced them closed. I kept them closed until morning.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Two shorts I\u2019ve put together as a follow up to\u00a0One Week Ago (read that one first if you haven\u2019t yet)<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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