...and on I went - 090501

I saw her first. she had just shoveled a forkful of food into her mouth, hunched slightly over her plate. I could see she had plumped up again.

then I saw him. our eyes met amid his conversation with another guest. he appeared the same as before. even his contemptuous weaknesses, the shame that I once chose to forgive, were all there still. I walked on with not a trace of hesitation. my little white dress and the ruffled petticoat seemed to exaggerate the bounce of each and every step.