What could I say to her?
September 8, 2014 at 10:30am
Her eyes questioned mine as she watched me, Wondering. A pair of woman's eyes are not sheep eyes, but they have the same meekness, doubt, alarm, and vacillation. What Could I say to her? An Obscure intimation could not yet be considered understanding, and even if I was correct, the maze was too difficult to enter.
But could I say these things to her? The light is uncomfortable bright... So I replaced the bright bulbs with black lights... I liked their warmth in the midst of the darkness. In the darkness I could imagine the murmuring of soft talk, soothing my lonely nerves... And here in front of me actually sat a living woman. She herself sat in front of me! She was talking to me, In a gentle voice that was leisurely and cordial. That voice expressed more than words, however, with it's timbre full of overtones and implications. I suddenly became aware of the meaning of the questioning light in her eyes. There were only two of us in the room... One man without a woman... And one woman without a man. Was there nothing to talk about except "letters of appeal" and "rehabilitation?".
