Walking is a fa…   2 comments

Walking is a famous loosener of thoughts

Judith was tense, confused and emotional. She couldn’t think straight. She had to get away. Judith bundled herself into a warm coat, and pulled on her runners. She practically ran out the door, and fled down the road. A few hundred yards down the road, she paused to catch her breathe. Judith looked back over her shoulder, and was reassured that she was on her own. She inhaled slowly, and then exhaled slowly a few times, to try and calm down. Then she stuck her hands in her pockets and strode purposefully down the road towards the sea.

Thud, Thud, Thud, went her feet, propelling her forward. Swish, swish, swish went her arms in rhythm with her feet. Thump, thump, thump went her heart with the exertion. After pounding down the road robotically for about a mile, Judith stopped. She raised her head and looked around. In the distance she could see the blue sea reflecting the blue sky, and on the horizon she saw the islands dotted off the coast. More inland she could see the roofs of the fishing village that nestled between two steep rocky hills on either side. Sweeping up from the village towards her were green fields with grazing sheep. Near the gate where she stood, and along the banks of the road, were the first primroses of the year…fresh and innocent, full of hope and promises. As she stood holding onto the metal gate, the fresh breeze whipped her hair and gave her cheeks a rosy glow.

Judith began to think. She tried to retrace her steps for that day. The day had started off so well. She had gone to town to meet her best friend Gwen for coffee. Judith had jabbered away, telling Gwen about her husband Martin’s new job, about the children’s courses and relationships …. And then she had noticed Gwen just looking at her with tears in her eyes.

“Judith I have to tell you something. It’s not pleasant, but I feel you should know.”

“What is it?” she had asked, dreading what was to come.

“Martin and I…….”

“Martin and you…..what?”

“Are going away together….”

There had been a long silence while Judith took it in. “You’re going away, where? Why…? Oh…… I see……”

Judith had just stood up, picked up her handbag and left without looking back.

On automatic pilot she had gone shopping. Mechanically she had gone through her list, and thrown the items into the trolley. The girl at the cash desk had been chatting to another cashier. Judith had felt biting tears pricking her eyes. She walked past the cashier and kept walking, out to the car park. She had loaded her shopping into bags she kept in the boot, and had driven home.

When she had arrived home, she had gotten out of the car and bolted the gate after her. She had struggled in the front door with her bags of shopping, and locked the door. Then she had put away the shopping, made a cup of tea, and collapsed into a chair. Then the tears had come, a trickle at first, and then a cascade plopping into her tea, and down her chin. Deep from within had come tremors of grief, huge groans that would lull to whispering whimpers, only to rise again in pitch and pain.  She had felt so hurt, so betrayed, so foolish.

Exhausted, Judith had decided to crawl into the bed. She had slept coma –like for about an hour, and then she had been awakened by her mobile phone ringing. It was Martin……in a panic she had turned the phone off. Then the phone beside the bed had started ringing. She took it off the hook. Then she had noticed Martin’s pyjamas beside her in the bed. Judith screwed them up in a ball and slung them on the floor in rage. In a burst of energy, she had jumped out of bed, thrown open the wardrobe door, and pulled all of Martin’s clothes out and heaped them on the floor with the pyjamas.

Judith had gone to the kitchen and grabbed a roll of refuse bags. She had marched back to the bedroom and had bundled all Martin’s clothes into the bags. Satisfied, she had pushed back a lock of hair that had fallen into her face, and triumphantly discarded them outside the front door.

Judith had sat down in the kitchen, and then the despair had come back. She then decided she needed a drink. As she had opened the cupboard door for the whiskey bottle, a new jar of coffee that she had bought……… bought….. “Oh God she hadn’t paid for the shopping!”……..had smashed onto the kitchen tiles. Shards of glass and coffee particles had spilt across the floor, reaching every corner and crevice. “I’m a shop-lifter!” Judith screeched out loud and then had fled.

The walk had helped loosen her thoughts. She felt calmer now. Judith knew what she had to do. She would ring the supermarket and talk to the manager, and explain her circumstances. Judith knew him fairly well, and he was a reasonable man. Then she would ring Martin to tell him to come and collect his things. Lastly she would ring the estate agent to put up a For Sale sign, and she would book that Round the World Cruise, with her and Martin’s savings.

As Judith sauntered back home, she smiled to herself, and thought, “Revenge is a dish best served cold.”

Posted May 2, 2012 by eileenmoynihan in Uncategorized

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  1. Lovely story!

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