by Leyla Guirand
The familiar thud of the heavy wooden door awakens me from my
She gets home at around six-thirty every evening and heads
straight to the bedroom, where she carefully undresses. One by one, she takes
off all of her fancy work garments and hangs them in an enormous closet with
four Venetian doors. It's hard to see into the closet but—oh, the
I can imagine her in a corset bra and a shiny pair of spiked
high heels. In the winter, she sheds her furry hat and dark wool jacket. Next,
she undoes the endless laces of her boots. After that, her tailored blouse and
skirt slide off her silken skin.
Then finally, after rolling down her pantyhose with immaculate
attention, she stands at the dresser naked for a few moments, as she chooses
her pajamas. I get a view of her backside. Her milky breasts point into the
mirror and sway, as she rummages through the drawers. She sips an unknown
beverage with a large chunk of jagged ice and places it on top of a square coaster.
There is no color.
Reasoning eludes me as I observe my inner child within her.
Hubby's face shines with superficial amusement, a charlatan. Still, they seem
to enjoy each other— monkeying around, dawdling, dancing, talking, and teasing—all
the pleasantries of intimacy.
corners of her mouth move up and down thoughtfully, but no sound. I wonder if there
is a way to convey that the landlord knows about the secret box in the nightstand.
He seems to have an affinity, as does she, for the painting of a woman smelling
lilacs in a private garden. Often, before too long, he looks up at me and I
give him a wave. He returns to his birdhouse in the courtyard, leaving no trace.
On most Saturdays, she marches in and out of the bedroom all day
long with the feather duster and the vacuum, tidying up, changing clothes,
folding laundry, primping the sheets and pillows.
gets chillier and chillier outside. Sunday evenings are like the sweetest candy
because she curls up, scantily clad, in the bed and talks to her lover on the
phone for an hour, after her husband leaves for work. There is no mistaking the
buoyancy in her gestures, nor the deflation when it all goes away. It’s during
these times that I almost feel sorrow. I reminisce on what might have been.
But compassion, like
so many other
redeemable attributes, is short-lived.
I witness something even more delectable so.
night falls on her beloved show, instead of preparing for the phone call, it
rather occurs as though she is making up for a guest. It has just become spring,
that time of year when the lusty wind spritzes through open windows, and we can
feel Christ’s travails in our yearnings.
conviction, he appears: the intruding, frigid shadow of a stranger. But the
warmth and tenderness she so exhales and anticipates is not there. It doesn’t
exist! Why does she fool herself with these immense pipe dreams? Who is she pretending
so, with spiraling focus I watch him approach her. I watch through the
fractures with unapologetic glee. Igniting, writhing, anxiety. Oh, to see the fruition
her hubby dearest could never produce inside, the starlight bleeding through
every shift, every shake. I hope it was all worth it.
Leyla Guirand studied Creative
Writing at Brooklyn College. She lives in
New York with her kids. “Camera” is her first published story.
Darren Blanch, Aussie creator of visions which
tell you a tale long after first glimpses have teased your
peepers. With early influence from America's Norman Rockwell to show life as
life, Blanch has branched out mere art form to impact multi-dimensions of color
and connotation. People as people, emotions speaking their greater glory.
Visual illusions expanding the ways and means of any story.
Digital arts mastery provides
what Darren wishes a reader or viewer to take away in how
their own minds are moved. His evocative stylistics are an ongoing process
which sync intrinsically to the expression of the nearby written or implied
word he has been called upon to render.
the vivid energy of IVSMA (Darren Blanch) works at: www.facebook.com/ivsma3Dart,
YELLOW MAMA, Sympatico Studio - www.facebook.com/SympaticoStudio, DeviantArt - www.deviantart.com/ivsma and launching in 2019, as Art Director for suspense author
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