Friday June 2, 2017
Freeing the Natural Voice
“What are you getting at?” Ben puts his hands in his pockets. That’s never a good sign.
“I just…” My mouth is pasty. My knees are weak. My heart is beating like I’m running, but I’m still.
“Spit it out, Caroline,” Ben says, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
“I want to go by myself.”
He steps back, putting more space between us. Maybe he understands.
“We bought our plane tickets,” Ben says in a soft voice.
“I know, I know… You can go, too! But, I want to travel alone. I need to do this. I really need to do this.” I will tears not to come. Please please please.
“This is fucked.” Ben walks into the bedroom and slams the door.