Talking Walls...

She gently pursed her lips together making sure her lip stick was evenly spread across them. She looked perfect. Well, at least on the outside. Only she knew what was happening on the inside. Only she knew how pieces of her were holding on by a thread and everytime she found the strength to weave the pieces together something came and tore them apart again.

She looked at the wall in front of her. ‘I wish they could talk’, she thought. Surely these walls also knew.They had been there all these years, listening and watching as the home became a house. These walls had stood firm and strong while the family they sheltered crumbled and fell.

If only they could talk, they would tell her, they would tell her what day it was when life as she knew it had vanished into thin air. This walls would remember the exact conversation that got so heated that the love that had once been evaporated. Blocks of love that once seemed so solid evaporated  and disappeared into the air to never come together again. These walls certainly knew and yet they remained quiet.

She stepped away from the dressing table to give herself one last look. She looked perfect in her flowing black gown. He was receiving an award today; something to do with being an Outstanding Citizen, so she had to look perfect. She jumped when she heard the door open. ‘I hope I am not late’ she thought. The last time she was late he had slapped her across the face. And then HE cried; tears rolled down his cheeks as he asked her why she did these things that made him so angry.

She turned around to look at him and he was smiling. She definitely wasn’t late. He stepped towards her, held her face in his hands and said, ‘you look perfect my darling’.

She looked at the wall behind him, hoping it would laugh at the ... ‘Perfect’...