Lori

I was cleaning up after supper, when he suggested that we sit out on the veranda for coffee.  I turned around and saw the box of chocolate truffles waiting as an invitation for something more, a date with my husband on the porch swing.  I could feel the excuses surfacing…remnants from supper lay hardening on …

Emotion bubbling over into anger, spewing words reeking of bitterness.   Blood pulsing, heat rising, heart racing.   Hands fluttering over countertops, wiping at invisible stains.   I scrub the same spot distractedly, then pace the kitchen, a million things to do and I cannot think of a single one of them right now.  Frustration is the feeling, …