The woman sat at her kitchen table, a glass of whiskey in her hand. It was 0200 hours, on a Sunday morning. As she sat she began to cry, “No one ever listens. No one cares.” She took a drink from the whiskey, then threw the glass against the wall where it shattered into hundreds of pieces. Her arms found the table, her head rested on her crossed arms, and she broke down.
“Black.” The armor became visible. I put an armored hand on her shoulder, “I’m willing to listen,” my electronically modified voice wasn’t human, but I knew that didn’t matter.
She sat up, shock in her eyes, “Who?”
I walked to the opposite side of the table, “No one of any importance.” I sat. “I’m willing to listen.”
She didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just sat there, like she wasn’t sure she was seeing something real.
“I can leave if you wish,” I hope she didn’t wish, “Active.” The armor clocked, and I was invisible. I paused, “Black,” and returned to visibility. “I’m willing to listen.”
I studied her face, her eyes. I knew she wanted to talk. To tell me what was going on, tell me about her husband, how he abused her, how he used his daughter, and of the nasty, mean people her husband was friends with.
“Tell me about James.”
She took a breath, “What do you want to know?”
“Everything.”
She’d been waiting for someone to listen.
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@LurchMunster
I wrote this for Siobhan Muir‘s #ThursThreads, Week 195. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #ThursThreads. They are good reading.
My Soul's Tears 
I love the way you write and would love to share your posts on my blog, but there’s no ‘re-blog’ button. I could copy and paste, but not sure how you feel about this…
Copy away. All I’ll ask is you share the link to here. 🙂
And perhaps I’ll have to look at the “re-blog” button you speak of.
Thank you, I won’t forget the link!
A re-blog button allows everyone who reads your amazing posts to be able to share them, links and all!