A Glass Half Full

The lounge had been one of the deciding factors when she had made an offer on the flat. It was a large rectangular room that overlooked both the street entrance and the back garden. It had long windows at either end and was awash with natural light all day. The decor was neutral; the perfect back drop for the art work adorning the walls. Her Son loved the room, especially when it was filled with rainbows; she had hung crystals in the windows -capitalising on the sunlight. During the summer months she would throw open the patio doors and they would listen to the bird song.

He was sitting in the arm chair, having left her the sofa. She sat down tucking her legs beneath her. Swirling the wine in her glass she leant her head back and closed her eyes.

“So, how are you? How’re you feeling about the tour?”

He looked down into his glass-contemplating the question.

“I’m OK…looking forward to being back on the road, but not relishing all the promo crap that comes with it; you know, the interviews, photo shoots etc. I just love being in front of a live audience and connecting with our fans. I kind of wish the tour could have been postponed though…the timing isn’t great.”

He stopped to take a sip from his glass taking the opportunity to look over at her. She caught the look and smiled back. They both sat in silence, sipping their drinks as if the weight of their shared understanding temporarily paralysed them.

“Yeah, but what about you?”

“I’m OK.”

She started to laugh. She could tell that the promotional stuff had started-his responses were already guarded.

“It’s alright, I’m not interviewing you. Relax. I invited you here remember? I’ve been looking forward to seeing you.”

She felt a wave of heat creep across her neck. She took a large gulp of wine to help wash down the words trampling over each other to be heard. He looked at her and exhaled deeply for what seemed like the first time in eighteen months.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to seem closed off.” He sighed deeply. “Thanks for letting me come over; I wanted to see you too. I want to spend more time with you both. I want to get to know you again.” He re-enacted a mock scream. “I don’t want to push too hard, I just want you to know…”

He stood up and walked over to the sofa- closing the distance between them. Sitting at the opposite end to her, he leant forward with his elbows resting on his knees. He too took to swirling his wine as if he and the wine could breathe together. He turned his head to look at her, his body still facing forward as if shielding him.

“Say something…”

She smiled-not a huge wide smile. Not a mask-just honest reassurance that he was doing fine. As if to reiterate she reached out and rested her hand on his forearm. Without looking he placed his hand over hers.

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Amanda Bird

Amanda Bird

Amanda has always thought of herself as an armchair traveller, and since early childhood books and stories have provided the portal to other worlds. Her love of reading sparked a passion for writing and she has been writing stories since... a very long time ago! She now lives in Hove, and the view allows space for her imagination to roam.
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