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Fly Away – Chapter 2
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“No. No! Of course I like them. They’re sweet.” Tina reached out automatically and took them in one hand. “Thank you.”
Eric loosened his tie. “Dinner smells good.”
“Steak and potatoes.”
“Great. I have to make a quick call. I’ll be right with you.”
“No rush. I’m going to put these in water,” Tina said, gesturing to the flowers.
He placed a hand on the back of her head and stroked her hair, then gathered his briefcase and went into his home office. Tina stayed where she was for a moment, listening to his voice, deep and indistinct as it filtered down the hallway. Then she moved into the kitchen and began fumbling in the back of a cupboard for a vase. She filled it up with water and carefully unwrapped the flowers and set them inside. Unexpectedly, her eyes pricked with tears. Eric never brought her flowers.
It was stupid to cry. Why was she crying? Eric would notice, or worse, pretend not to. He wasn’t a very demonstrative man, and displays of too much emotion rattled him. She remembered his tension at the graveside when Sarah had been buried, as Tina had sobbed openly. She could tell that it bothered him that she was crying so loudly, feeling sparks of annoyance just under his grim surface, but she had been unable to stop.
She dabbed hastily at her eyes and waved a hand in front of her face. She set the flowers in the middle of the dining room table and escaped to the bathroom, where she locked the door behind her and waited until any other tears had been swallowed. After splashing cool water on her face so that her eyes didn’t look so red, she slipped back out into the living room. Her timing was good, because Eric was off the phone and had changed his clothes. She handed him his drink with a quavery smile. “Tough day?”
“Not really,” he answered, sitting down and switching the TV on to the business channel. “The market is just as dismal as it has been, so what’s bad for us is bad for everyone.”
Tina didn’t know how to respond to that, so she sat down near Eric and he took a sip of his drink and patted her thigh.
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tina does need some comfort…and sounds like Bette moved in next door…it should be interesting
It will be interesting having Bette next door to bring Tina back out of her shell. PPS
This is such a great story and update. Looks like Bette’s the neighbour I wonder how they’re going to meet. THank you.
Incredibly poignant. I can feel her loneliness and her paralysis in not being able to do anything. She needs a confidant b/c her husband is emotionally bereft and not capable of offering intimacy.
Poor Tina. I could feel her pain. no comfort from Eric no friends, gosh what a sadness. I just Hope it was Bette Tina was watching with Alice, Dana and Shane coming to visite. PPVS
ROFL…See the reactions you get from your readers…Spumoni-verse…what a hoot! Ah, the angst of Tina’s life…can’t wait till someone special puts a twinkle back in her eyes and a smile on her beautiful face. PPS!
That was the girls that Tina saw across the street going into Bette’s house. Go borrow some sugar or go play tennis, it sounds like,(green balls).
Ok, I am on board, hooked and everything. Very interesting beginning. Tina’s feelings are painfully sculpted in such a vivid way that hurts reading them.
Bette is Tinas new neighbour,thats good.Love your story.
Maybe Tina can bake something and take it over to Bette’s house as a welcome to the neighborhood and that’s how they’ll meet. PPS!!
Tina’s sadness brings tears to my eyes. I hope you can bring us and Tina some happiness soon. I love your stories…thank you!
This is gonna be very interesting to see just how they meet and how Bette will get Tina out of her depression. Very interesting story. Thanks for posting.
OMG. I thought it was a mirage. I had hoped and hoped and there it was — an omalley new story. It was like an unexpected gift arriving at my door and I had to tear off the wrapping (in this case, click on “Read Story”). Then, thinking that I was about as happy as a person could be, with your new posting and a new story by Alchemy10 waiting just a few items above yours, your Author Note says that you are busily writing!!!!! My happiness exploded. Kaboom! I couldn’t catch my breathe. I was breathing harder and faster and, soon, I was hyperventilating. I panicked–I needed a small paper bag. Still panting, I hunted around the house and couldn’t find one. I abandoned my search for a few moments to muse at the realization that I hadn’t seen a small paper bag in 5 years, that no one seemed to use them anymore, that there might be a business opportunity selling them to the public, maybe packaged with a lovely calming lavender scented aromatherapy candle, a relaxation tape and a copy of “Free From Anxiety Attacks in 14 Days.”… (I digress….We can discuss my ingenious business ideas separately. I’ll PM.) So, I popped two Xanax, elbowed your other readers out of the way, and grabbed the front seat on the your right in the omalley fan fic bus. THEN I saw that a second chapter had appeared. I devoured it rapidly. At it’s end, I agonized over Tina’s pain, puzzled about how I should feel about Eric, loved the introduction of Alice, Shane, bette and Dana, and wondered about how you would bring Tina into the framily, I became caught up in frenzied thought. Soon I began to hyperventilate again. But then I passed out. 2 Xanax will do that. It’s all good, though. When I woke up ten hours later, I typed this comment. So, summing up all of the above — PPS.