She Watched a Single Clip and Kept Writing - 2026
Mary turned the car on but didn’t go anywhere for a while. She turned her radio off and closed her eyes. She softly opened her eyes checked the clock and pulled her car out of the parking stall.
Arriving home, she opened the front door, set her portfolio and purse on the dining room table. Going to the spare bedroom Frank used as an office, she found a notepad and a pen and returned to the table. Pen in hand, scribbling notes on the page, a list began to form. Names, dates, phone numbers she added later. Friends she once knew, ones she still had contact with.
She checked her watch, eleven thirty. She kept writing. Scribbling some drawings along the border when her mind wandered. She remembered nights out with the girls, them trying to get her to go home with someone else. She looked up, trim along the ceiling they used to hang Christmas decorations. The small chandelier above the table they would place pastel bulbs in for Easter when the kids were young. Over to one side was the living room where every Christmas was like window shopping at a major department store. The other side was a bay window overlooking a once manicured backyard where Frank would always romance her.