FRAGMENTS

FRAGMENTS – By Nwachukwu Obinna

Restless, she stands up from the bed. Her semi-clad reflection staring at her from the mirror in her bedroom. He seems close but yet distant. She can tell something is not right. His touch no longer sends shivers running down her fibers. His hold no longer eliminates her cold. She picks up her phone to make a call but drops it after a second thought. She wouldn’t want to wake Jessica, her elder sister who is probably still asleep.

The stroke of the clock reawakens her consciousness. Its 2 am already and she’s yet to sleep.

“What’s wrong honey,” he said, his voice soft and tender. “What’s the problem?” “Its nothing,” she replied, looking over her shoulder as she forces a smile. She succumbs to his extended forelimb, twirling under his embrace like a scared millipede.

The seven o’clock alarm wakes her up from beneath the covers. He’s already gone as usual. He leaves for work before 6:30 am and is careful not to wake her up. She needs to see Amanda her best friend. Amanda will definitely be the right person to talk to.

“Have you tried asking him,” asked Amanda after she narrates her ordeal. “No,” she replied. “I don’t think its a good idea”.

“Well, I think you should. Not after what happened with Lucy two months ago”.

‘Yea, Lucy’ she reminisced, remembering that awful day of hers. Lucy’s moan fills the corridor that leads to her bedroom. She weeps at the shocking sight of her younger sister’s naked body twisted under her husband’s embrace. She didn’t see it coming. She can’t have fathomed. She has not the slightest inclination of what was unfolded. Amanda had helped her with Lucy’s belongings, throwing them from outside the gate and onto the street. Her decision was justified even though her conscience disagreed. ‘Lucy messed up,’ Jessica had said.

Storried Fragments

The sound of the lock signifies his return; 9 pm as usual. He’s never too early or too late. “Have my girls gone to bed?” he asked. “Yes, they have,” she replied.
“And Jessica?”
“Sleeping as well.”
“Alright then, I guess this whole night will be for just the two of us.”

‘He always says that,’ she thought, her countenance betraying any sense of grief. Few minutes after dinner his snoring fills the space of their bedroom, sending waves bouncing off the walls.

Quarter past midnight his phone beeps. ‘I’m longing for your touch’ the text reads. She’s heartbroken. She has reached the limit of her goodness. Her virtue will be trampled upon no more. Lucy’s oddity left her with an increased strength. Jessica’s few items were thrown into the streets-without Amanda’s help-immediately after the break of dawn.

“Confront him,” Amanda advised two days later. “Let him know how you feel”.
“I can’t,” she replied, amidst the tears running past her cheek. She loves him too much to do so.

Weeks turned into months accompanied by a tremendous improvement. He now returns home on or before 7 pm. Sleeps off after three rounds of sex. And leaves for work after 8:30 am. She’s back to the same woman she was seven years ago; the chronicle of a blissful courtship with the man of her dreams.

“Babe,” he said. On a Saturday morning after breakfast. With both his hands, he reaches for hers and clutches them with tenderness. She’s a bit shocked to see a tear escapes his left eye. She’s never seen him in this state. Not even after she said yes when he proposed.

“What is it,” she managed to ask as she wipes the running tear away. He lets out a deep sigh after a brief silence.

“Amanda,” he said. “She’s carrying my child.”

 

 

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FRAGMENTS

By Nwachukwu Obinna

Restless, she stands up from the bed. Her semi-clad reflection staring at her from the mirror in her bedroom. He seems close but yet distant. She can tell something is not right. His touch no longer sends shivers running down her fibers. His hold no longer eliminates her cold. She picks up her phone to make a call but drops it after a second thought. She wouldn’t want to wake Jessica, her elder sister who is probably still asleep.

The stroke of the clock reawakens her consciousness. Its 2 am already and she’s yet to sleep.

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