Obscurity


Obscurity by Maria Fokas A warm smile for me, before he got up, out of that old familiar wooden chair. Could he be feeling the change too? No matter what happened; when that day came, I would leave, and he would eventually forget. I had seen the signs before, though this time, the illusion of forgiveness was not mentioned; or┬áthat aching pain of expectations. I wondered, did he ever have any? Oh, who was I kidding, he was going to pretend he had none, just like I always did. We both knew that expectations always lurked in the background; we … Continue reading Obscurity