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Sometimes with the chill of yesterday, you go home.
It had been only 2 months into "I do." before his out of town found her in
past arms. Some things happen too soon for not entirely the right reasons.
When Gayle called off work, it was with a plethora of reasons - none of
which were being sick. At 35, life can already be too complex.
The toast finally popped up, just barely brown and of adequate crunch
texture. She smeared a knifefull of peanut butter across it, enjoying the
quick shine the heat created in melting. She took it, along with her waiting
cup of perfect coffee to the patio set she begged all summer for. Today was a
perfect day of September. Setting down breakfast, Gayle smiled at the playful
vision her 2 romping borzoi provided. They barely acknowldged her entry to
their domain of play. The breeze was just enough to tickle her neck with
wisps of her nearly dry curls.
The phone rang. Gayle waited for the answering machine to provide necessity
to delaying her next bite. "Hello, can't make it to the phone right now.
Please leave a message." Beeeeeeeeep Nothing but silence followed the cue,
then a click. She took a bite of shiney toats. The phone rang again.
"Hello, can't make..." it started again, but was cut short when the
frustrated caller gave up and hung up.
The dogs chased relays in splendid sleekness
akin to sucj a breed. Gayle watched with impressed gratitude, her smile
nearly slipping into an open laugh.
Gayle licked a peanut butter drip from her thumb as the phone rang a third
time. Resolved in uneed, she finished her toast with all the chewing noise
entailed. "...leave a message." followed the sound of swallow. The silent
pause lengthened in anticipation and then an annoyed release of air preempted
the click. "Give it up.." Gayle said to the mystery caller.
On her way in for another cup of coffee, the phone rang again. Quite
irritated herself, she picked it up with a "WHAT?"
"Gayle?" came a brown-eyed response. "Gayle?"
"Oh my God." Gayle whispered to herself.
"Gayle? Gayle, is that you?" She visualized the glorious dark curls.
"Gayle... it's me, I'm sorry." She remembered his last touch and the night so
totally filled with it. She imagined the smell of his cologne around her, the
feel of him in her. She remembered again his professing a never ending love
as they both reached their apex of lust.
"Gayle...Please..." that perfect body that fit sinfully with hers.
"I'm sorry.... wrong number." Gayle unplugged the phone and poured another
cup of coffee before going back to that wonderful patio set she had begged
all summer for.
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