He was happy as alwaysA Story by Linda alexander
Peter and Sharon married for the last forty years and Peter was a cool guy who never realized he had a huge problem, seemed like he never able to acknowledge that as he was not living a structured life which affected family too. Sharon on the other hand used to compensate the deficit but lately became a anxious individual which did no good to none. Sharon left her huge family as Peter was living in another country which gave her chronic nostalgia for ever.
Peter was happy today just like any other day in the past, none can notice any difference in his affect, Sharon was very anxious for sure she was anxious in a peculiar way apparently it was too obvious too. The last forty years seemed like four months to her as she felt like she had life only those four months out of those long years, the rest was simply pushing the days and night including the evenings as if it was a real burden on her shoulder How long more this pattern of living has to go before something changes, Sharon wondered, if it was to fulfill the physical need of the filling the stomach, was it really worth to take this much risk to live as a traveled one who travels wherever the male partner lives or goes. A true feeling of huge loss haunted her so badly. She borrowed her friend's eyes and thoughts for sometime. Her friend Nicola was a true friend of hers for a long time. Nicola totally astonished Sharon the way Nicola described Sharon. Nicola described Sharon as a phoenix bird arising from the same ashes it was burnt. Sharon was the inspiration to so many which were in the similar boat to live day by day. Butterfly does not recognize the beauty of it's wings, or was meant to know the beauty of oneself, so strange it seemed. Some one rang the calling bell outside the house. It was her grown children. The dinner already ready and they sensed it very clearly. They perceived her as happy and somewhat content too. Who is losing here Sharon, Nicola, Sharon's children or some one else. Sharon stopped thinking temporarily as the dinner has to be reached to the dinner table from the stove top. © 2014 Linda alexanderReviews
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3 Reviews Added on May 16, 2014 Last Updated on May 20, 2014 AuthorLinda alexanderNew Hyde Park, NYAboutI am a writer and I used to write since I was nineteen years old. I grew up in a house with huge library. I read some of those books to be accurate I will say very few. I saw individuals reading day a.. more.. |

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