At the edge of the city she waited, mindlessly watching peak hour traffic float by. She stared through the end of the day in placid detachment. But as the minutes passed through purple haze, although she was motionless, her mind was not. A wash of guilt was setting like the sun on her conscience. Questions were rising to the surface.
How could her still presence at that moment feel so deceitful? She wasn't doing anything wrong. Right?
Maybe it was because when her husband had called about dinner she casually said "no rush"? A lie diluted with truth.
Or because she found herself taking the long way home through the city just a little too often these days? As though on auto-pilot, lead by instinct.
These things could easily sneak past her conscience on a technicality. You can justify anything if you want it bad enough.
But when she waited, still, she could no longer hold the switch down. She was forced to face the uncomfortable truth she'd been turning from. Simply that she knew exactly why she was there.
For a moment she contemplated running home, yet her feet lay still, weighted with sinful intentions. And when suddenly she felt his hand slide softly around her waist, his lips grazing her neck, the spell of rationality broke, like a brick though a glass wall. She let herself sink into his chest. The buzz of the city became non-existant, along with those questions she tucked into the furthest reaches of her mind. The fight was gone. She was addicted. Past the point of no return. Now all that lay before her was him. Her last solace was knowing that she was in it for love. It was love that drove her there, that blasted a hole through her integrity, that was stronger than logic, that was stronger than she!
Love... That should buy her conscience another day at least. Right?
Dani
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