So, this idea kinda went awry

Well, I tried to start a good idea. Instead, I just missed writing, and with the Addiction Tomorrow blog I write, I've been able to exorcise some of my creative writing demons. However, instead of undertaking a project, I'm just going to use this to write. I got inspired by my friend Russell's blog to simply use this as a way to get some thoughts out of my head. So, off we go.

Sitting across the table in an eerie silence the couple sipped their wine. She talked, he feigned listening. This had been happening for years now. After 15 years of marriage it becomes normal, he thinks, to ignore about 2/3 of what his wife says. But this time feels different. The air in the restaurant crackels with the stillness of the conversation. Spinning in circles, waiting for his time to speak, the husband puruses the restaurant with his eyes, partial hidden by the wire framed glasses that she picked out for him. The next victim...where? Can he find her tonight?

Although victim may be to strong a word, he thinks- dating outside a marriage isn't a crime. Hell, she started it, he thinks. Six years ago, he walked in on a scene he can't help but replay but battles to forget- this woman, rambling on and on about curtains or something, caught ass up on his kitchen floor. He beat the shit out of that guy. Doesn't know his name, but sure as hell will remember the face. And that started the spiral- the incessant fighting, the therapy, the date nights, the staying together for one more day, one more week, one more month...and eventually, he got sick of it. She had guilt- he had anger. She had kids- he had affairs.

And off and on they went, the conversation spinning in different directions. Not tonight, he thinks. Tonight I will be engaging and inspiring with my wife. It only sharpens my wit in the world.