Gemotions

The box under the bed was a surprise. Inside, a hard drive. He had always been so secretive, she realized, as she plugged it into her computer. "Her Impervious Wall," the title read. She clicked, and watched as the story of their life unfolded. A story of her.

She closed the file. The hum of the refrigerator filled the void. She made herself a cup of tea, the water boiling with a ferocity she did not possess. Leaning against the counter, she stirred the tea slowly.

He had started painting again, she noticed later, his easel set up in the garden. She walked past him and gave no acknowledgement. The sound of crickets filled the air.