For this week’s prompt, write about a season of change for your character or you. It can be literal or metaphorical.
We sat at the table, me with a glass of moscato and him with a bottle of beer. We didn't eat dinner. We didn't watch a movie. We sat across the table from each other and said very little...and drank. Not our usual reaction to life's crises.
Twenty-two years of our lives together were changing that day. All in one day. In one, rip-it-off-quick-so-it-won't-hurt-as-much moment in that one day. A season, began when our oldest was born, was ending. Our baby left for college.
We cried. We talked about what wonderful kids we had. We cried some more. Drank some more. Then we looked at each other, silently considering the same question: Now what?
The answers floated around us like autumn leaves swirling in the breeze.
Done with high school.
Our youngest son's wit and fun, out of the house and far away.
An extra parking space.
The loud sound of silence, where video games and the beat of music used to echo.
Half-empty grocery carts.
An empty bedroom.
A half-empty house.
Learning how to worry long-distance.
No way to check up.
Don't know his teachers.
No need to leave the porch light on when we went to bed.
We could walk around the house naked.
Learning how to refocus our attention.
Sex in any room, at any time of day.
Just us again. Like it was in the beginning. But now we know each other better. Now we love each other more. Now we know how to live together. We just have to learn how to live alone together again.
The third season of our life.
Always, feel free to comment! Trish in AZ