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Fly Away – Chapter 2
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Tina kept watching as the door opened and both women were welcomed with hugs and ushered inside the house by a tall woman with curly hair. The whole scene made her feel a pang of fresh sadness, somehow. Another car was pulling up now, parallel parking with precision. A sporty-looking girl ran up to the door and was admitted inside with a hug, as the others had been.
“What are you looking at, Tina?”
Tina looked at Eric and tried to smile. “Nothing. Just being nosy about our new neighbor. I didn’t know that the Walkers had sold the house.”
“I told you last week that I saw someone moving in,” Eric said. “Remember?”
“I guess I forgot.” Truth was, Tina probably hadn’t been listening to him. Her mind tended to wander off on her and ignore Eric’s chatter.
Eric turned back to the game and Tina took one last wistful look at the house across the street before getting up from the window seat. It was hard to reconcile these feelings of loneliness with her desire to simply be alone.
She got up and went upstairs to the bedroom, showered and got into bed. She read for a while, her mind turning back to her neighbor and her friends. Tina felt something like envy. She had no friends. It was her own doing – Tina had never done her part to take her many acquaintances to that next level. She’d kept people at a distance, and now, in her loneliness, she was paying for that. It was her own fault, of course, but it didn’t make it any easier to accept. Tina wondered what her new neighbor was like. She hadn’t really been able to see her.
Eventually, Eric came in and joined her under the covers. She set her book aside and snapped off her nightstand light. Eric lay still, keeping the distance between them intact.
“I’m sorry, Tina.”
“For what?”
“The party I mentioned. I hope you don’t think I’m upset with you.”
“I’m sorry too, Eric. But I can’t go. I just can’t.”
“I know. It’s okay.”
She waited for some word of comfort, but none came. She had nothing else to say, either. Eric rolled over with his back to her. “Goodnight.”
“Sweet dreams,” she replied. In spite of everything, she hoped they would be. For him, and for herself, too. Without dreams, what other escape did they really have?
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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.