How many of us have been where Raymond has been? Everybody loves Raymond. Everybody. I remember also that when I was married to a beautiful woman everybody loved her. At least, everybody that could. But, because I live, I have been on both sides of the equation. Monica Brinkman has returned to us now that we are back on line. Her fidelity to A Word with You Press is happily beyond question. But as for Raymond? Here is Monica’s entry into our contest: You Didn’t Write That. Slide open fourth drawer from the left on the menu bar, and let’s find out what YOU didn’t write.
An Act of Reflection
by Monica M. Brinkman
Raymond surveyed the room until certain he was alone. He slid open the desk drawer, careful to place each page in the exact position he found them, then quietly pushed the drawer shut. One paper remained tightly clutched in his hand. After locking the office door, he stood reading words that would haunt him:
Held you in such high esteem, far above the rest
So confident was I, knew you were the best.
Thoughtful, loving, loyal with those eyes so blue; and a touch of humor,
I would boast of you. Content these words were true
As you stood before me, shrouded in deceptive lies
Falsehoods fell from your lips as you gazed into my eyes,
Untruths burst forth, without a second beat,
As my hero turned into a zero and came crumbling to my feet.
Anguish and pain showed on Raymond’s face, tears swelled his eyes. He returned the writing to its place among the rest. How he wished he could tell her you didn’t write that because she’d have no reason. His heart ached to erase the memory of his infidelity from her mind. Guilt followed him constantly with its accusing judgment.
This was his price to pay.
Author: Monica M. Brinkman