Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Dialogue


          The sun was just setting over the mountains, casting shadows all across the town.  Cars were zooming past one another trying to make it to their garages as fast as they can.  Families were sitting down at tables waiting for the diner that was about to begin.  In one particular house the table was set for a family gathering, but that was far from what was about to happen.
            He sped into the driveway with brakes screeching and rage in his eyes. The door flung open and the shouting began.
            How could you do such a thing to me, let alone to our two little girls?  You have to get out of this house right now!  I don’t even think I can look at you right now! He stated. Go!
            She sets outside the kitchen to the living room. What are you even talking about? She asked back.
            He stomps around into the living room and makes eye contact with her.
I know about the man that you have been seeing outside of our marriage. He said. Did this marriage even mean anything to? I want you out of this house right now!  I don’t want to hear about it, think about it, or give you the time to even explain yourself. Leave!
            She moves toward him to try to explain herself. 
            We have been through too much together, 3 pregnancies, two children, and a complete life together.  We can’t just give up on this now. She said. Give me time to explain myself.  I think I desire at least that.
            He can’t believe what she is saying and as soon as he beings to fight back he sees the crying faces of the two little girls.  He walks over to the oldest and tells them to go into their room.  Mommy and Daddy are just having a little talk right now.  He said.  Go to your room and play with your Barbie’s.
            The yelling continued for a while and then just stopped.  The last thing that was heard was the car pulling out of the driveway.  The table in that house was never set for four again.

1 comment:

  1. I especially appreciate the last line, which is similar to the tone set in Carver's last sentence. What's interesting, of course, is that we don't technically know who isn't coming to dinner. Did the mother leave? The father? Did they separate? Did one kill the other? The ending allows for all these possibilities!

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