A. M. Yeager
Talk to me.
A bit of yellowed paint floated from the ceiling and onto the floor next to where he lay in bed next to her. She was silent, not moving. He drew a breath from the cigarette between his two fingers and watched as the smoke rose to the cracked wall above. He forced in a deep breath of air into his lungs to try and relax. His muscles only tightened.
Talk to me.
He was unsure why those three words aggravated him so much. She was trying to help. He knew that she cared about him enough to want to know what was up, but he was stubborn. He wasn’t going to tell her.
Just talk to me, babe.
That was a week ago when she said those words. A week ago he was on the verge of what she called a “freak-out”. He stood in the kitchen, near the fridge, a bottle of dark beer in his hand, a cigarette in the other. Shaking, biting his bottom lip, he avoided her attentive eyes. She was sitting at the table, calm as could be. He hated her at that moment, her and her tranquility.
Babe, it’s alright. Talk to me.
She was so calm. How could she be so calm all the time? They were almost out of money. He got laid off from the job he had for ten years, and her job didn’t pay for even a week’s worth of rent. They were screwed.
He couldn’t remember what he said in reply, only that it was something intentionally hurtful. It didn’t bother her. It never bothered her. Nothing ever bothered her.
Something will come up, babe. Keep talking. Let it out.
She didn’t understand. Nothing would come up. Why was she so calm? What was inside her brain that kept her from flipping out, so emotionless, so robotic? He wanted to know.
The beer in his hand was empty. He smashed the top of it on the kitchen sink and created a jagged edge. She didn’t move. She wasn’t fazed by his sudden violent outburst. He popped her over her blonde head until she cared. Until she had a freak-out. Until she was dead.
Talk to me.
Hey guys! It’s me…again. I haven’t written a short story for a while, and thought I should give it a short while my toddler is napping. I’m not proud of this one at all and only had about ten minutes of good writing time, but I thought I’d take a crack at it again. Hopefully, the more I write these, the better I’ll get.
I hope you guys are having an amazing day!
Blessings and love,