Prologue
It was the month of April, the day before Easter Sunday. This was the first trip Obi and I had taken a trip together since we were introduced by a mutual friend a few years ago. It was a long grueling 3 ½ hour road trip that seemed more like 30 hours. I just stared at the open road blankly at nothing in particular only wishing the weekend did not hold so many expectations. I sat in a masked silence careful not to initiate any unwanted conversation between us. Obi drove while whistling tunes probably thinking this was a new beginning for us but I knew better.
My attempts to ignore him went unnoticed, he touched my knee and said “Honey listen we are only 50 miles out from Tallahassee
“Talk about what? I said.
“Me. You, Us, This” Obi sank back in his seat seemingly defeated.
I continued gazing at the passing pastures, barely noticing the change of scenery. “Whatever” I said and closed my eyes pretending to sleep.I guess I must have actually dozed off because I was jolted awake when I felt his hot breath on my neck, he whispered “Wake up sweetheart, we are here.”
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Writing is a way of saying what some of us are afraid to say, admit, or face. It can be life affirming, knowing you are not the only one.~~Terry McMillan
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