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Moment in a Long Term Marriage

Photo by Tina Lear

The gears kept grinding with  irritation, popping every so often with  the sudden, harsher-than-intended retort.

A really bad insult sat waiting  in her teeth, coiled like a cat wound tight for the pounce, primed, impatient, intent.

But the moment passed, pissed away into a low-grade depression. a defeat, a loneliness surrendered.

Both of them tired, they lay down on their picnic blanket and looked up. From there, a snapshot of them smiled back down on their exhausted, striving day.

Yearning branches reached for the sun, intertwining. Each leaf, a day in their marriage, carbon monoxide to oxygen, and beyond them, and above, the endless forgiving  blue sky.


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