The man on the other side of the door

This is a place of unremarkable geometry, of hand hewn beams and reclaimed cabinets, of cotton curtains and poplin tablecloths.There are stout lines built around her silly feminine froth. You might savvy her girlish moods: the bright New Orleans yellow in the hallway, or maybe the baby doll figurines on the bookcase. But don’t forget, this is my home, and it is a place of unremarkable cruelties. 

There are stains in my study that look like ketchup, but are not. There are sudden movements that turn on all the security lights.There is a smell that is barely masked by the nine dollar dirt that feeds her windowsill herbs.

I’ve heard all these sounds before, but this one is closer, and I know why. There is a man on the other side of the door, limping, wet from the chase. He beats on the glass with the heel of his hand. I turn on the porch light because I know. I’ve been expecting him for twenty years, back from a time when my life was fraying. He took the left road and I took the right. I don’t want to see him now — for us to see each other, really — but his t-shirt is torn from armpit to belly, and I swore to him. He is older now, of course he is, but his eyes still show his fury, and mine have turned soft and careless. 

Richard,” was the only word he had to say, and I knew it was time.


9 thoughts on “The man on the other side of the door

  1. D. Wallace Peach February 10, 2018 / 9:37 pm

    This gave me the chills, Steven. Is this part of something you’re working on? I want more. Luscious writing!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Steven Baird February 11, 2018 / 1:22 pm

      Thank you, Diana. I never say never. I dragged this one up from a while ago and reworked it. I’m not sure where it’s going. 🙂

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  2. abusid March 16, 2018 / 12:28 am

    Fine your narrative. I love it. Thank you for brilliant writing.


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