Silent Conversations
“You don’t love me, do you?” she asked. This was her favorite question. Although the answer never was what she expected, she loved to anticipate. “I don’t”, he replied. She went on doing the chores; folding clothes and stacking them in the cupboard, filling water in the bottle for the night, putting moisturizer on her hand and feet that had dried and roughened after a long Saturday at home cleaning the window nets, scrubbing the floor, washing the dishes and wiping the glass windows and mirrors sparkling clean. Before she turned the lights off, she decided to finish a chapter from the book she was reading ‘The Seduction of Silence’ written by Bem Le Hunte. As she was pretending to read, her husband was lying with his face turned away from her. The silence weighed in and she could tell that he was playing a game on his phone, his favorite hobby. She curled up her legs up to her chest. Not once did he bother to peer out from the blanket to see what she was doi...