She said he said
She slumped into the large wing chair in the corner of their lightless living room. She slapped herself lightly as if to wake herself up from the feeling that was drowning every bit of her mood. She was reluctant to put herself to sleep. She wanted to do nothing.
The lofty wing chair was indeed too large for her five-foot frame. “I fell in love with that you know,” he said, from the other end of the room. He was typing away nimbly on his dying laptop.
“Baru asked me yesterday what you meant to me,” he went on. “I told him about how that tiny beautiful woman, who never cared about…” He paused and shifted his fingers to the edge of his keyboard. “....her dusky looks, had the courage to dream big.”
She broke into a frown and closed her eyes, only to open them again and stare at the blank ceiling. “I met him this morning,” she said as tears rolled down her cheek.
“Oh, does he rue those days?” The light went off and plunged them into total darkness. “What chance did he stand against kismet?”
“You there?”
