Day 9 – Three faces

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A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene from three different points of view: from the perspective of the man, then the woman, and finally the old woman.

I switched it around completely – starting with the old lady (or should I say “lady”—?), then the woman, lastly the man.


———— Ah. Here he comes. ————-

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. I thought  it would calm him down but he seems to be more agitated than before. I wonder what happened last week that made him so… “Honey, are you okay? You really seem lost in thought. Is something bothering you?” Okay, he lied to me just now. Again. When did he start lying about how he is? Is he lying about other things too? I worry about him. “Hey. I’m really worried. You actually look as something hurts. Sure you’re okay?” Well, if he want’s to play it that way… Oh dear, did I sigh so loudly? – okay, he didn’t even realize it. Okay, I’m done with worrying today. If he won’t tell me, there’s just no point in wallowing in it. Oh, what’s that? “Honey, look at that! Ohmygod have you ever seen such a cute puppy?” Ha, that made him smile, like, a real smile! Good. He looks ten years younger. Oh, is she making that for her grandchild? It looks so cute. “Hey, do you see… Honey? HONEY?”

I knew it felt strange today. This was a bad idea. We shouldn’t have left. There is going to be lightning or a huge dog or a car… it is going to happen today, I know it. Maybe I should have told her what was in the letter. She was so intensely looking at me when I came back in, I think she knows something is up. Oh God, if she only knew half of it, if she… no. She can never know. I just wish we had more time to… connect. Be. I don’t know. Find a way out. I should have talked to that priest but what could he have done? He probably just would have sent me home. Or worse. Made me come inside that bloody church. “No, no, I’m fine, darling. Really.” There is that look again. She knows my smile is fake. “Just a little headache, don’t worry.” Okay, breathe. Don’t let her see your weakness. “No, I don’t think so.” Oh, I love it when she does that. Maybe it won’t happen today after all. Calm down. Calm down. Calm… oh no. The old woman again. Where does she always come from?! Shitshitshit! And this… oh GodohGodoHGODitisnowoolitisnowoolITISNOWOOL!


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