Tears Behind The Vail

Cold and raining again and if that wasn't enough it had been predicted to turn into
sleet by tonight, at least that's what the weather man had predicted and sometimes they were actually right.
She arrived home around five p.m. slipped out of her vogue, but very uncomfortable high-heel shoes. Appearances,  who needed this charade?
She poured herself a stiff drink and lit up a Viceroy cigarette and wondered what
she ever saw in her recently dear departed husband.

The interment had taken place today and she was feeling the empty vacumm already

 created by his death or was it an empty victory she felt?
She pondered the thought for a few seconds,then drew a warm bubble bath in which she
would soak away the tiredness of the day.
Her mind drifted again, reflecting on how he died and left her virtually penniless
yet she felt relief in some odd way,at least she was now free.
She remembered a time when they had first met years ago he with his sweet Swedish vernacular,at times it was hard to understand, but she always caught the meaning of his words which played like unspoken melodies.
 They had a viable marriage at first,but as time passed the smoldering embers of love vanished into a vapid and unfulfilled indifference and that in itself was a worse void than hate.
Hate would have at least let her feel a tangible emotion.

Instead there remain this gnawing feeling of numbness.
The years proved an adventure of boredom almost unbearable,yet her mixed emotions would vary.There were times she thought she felt a faint flicker, a spark to rekindle a failed relationship.
She stored her velvet  hat with the doff vaIl  back into the hatbox, the one she had worn to the funeral and wondered if the tears behind the vail were real,ever real at all.

 

 

Reviews

[EmpressPoetess]

A very good story, Fran! I felt the emotion behind this. Very nice!

[Stacy]

I like the way you wrote this

[Lydia Shutter]

Such honest emotion in every line....are the tears real? Something for the reader to ponder. I believe they were. Wonderful poetry, Fran. Lydia

[angelina neves]

sounds so real! beautifuly done!

[Sharon Miller Bolander]

I could picture the entire scenario including her attending the funeral earlier in the day. There such a sense of honesty in this piece that I could almost hear her thoughts! Great job, Sharon

[Badmac (Brenda )]

Fran
you have written a wonderful write here
so many of us could relate to it.
I truly enjoy your poetry my friend
Brenda

[Helena]

This was an enjoyable read indeed Fran!......well written, held my interest all the way, and concluded with the "million dollar question". ".........Ever real at all." It indeed left a big question mark in my mind to ponder....but you know I could somehow relate to your cleverly crafted write! Thanks for sharing ~ Helena

[Morning Song]

WOW, Fran, you have penned SUCH a realistic scenario here. I could actually feel her mixed emotions and understood them perfectly!!! Excellent look at a woman's vulnerability, hon. I felt like I should cry, but wanted to smile. WELL DONE!!!

Hugs...
Jeri