GENRE: Women's Fiction
She remembered it clearly. That moment two years ago when she knew for certain that she would sleep with him. Back when she eagerly awaited their walks. He had touched her, a gentle pressure on her shoulder as she edged ahead of him down the path to the river. Steeped in thoughts of him – the scent of him, the curve of his smile, the length of his body -- she had waited for a sign, welcomed what was yet to come. Yet she knew even then that she had taken a wrong turn.
Eventually, she said no. Didn’t answer his calls. Lessons in self discipline and anguish. He was married.
But when the doorbell chimed on Monday, Elizabeth found Ned standing on the porch, his sandy hair aglow in the late afternoon light. For a moment neither spoke. Later, she remembered the sharpness of that silence.
“Big fight,” he said. “I’ve been thrown out.”
“Out?” Elizabeth’s hand tightened around the brass doorknob.
“For good, I think.”
“Good God.” She took a step back and pulled the door all the way open.
And Ned Carson entered her house. She took a breath, listened to the sound of air pressing against her ears, and stood motionless, a momentary frieze, startled by Ned’s presence and assailed unexpectedly by an unsolicited recollection of Zachary, the husband who was no longer her husband. Zach, gone years ago. Why think of him, she wondered. Then the rhythm of Bach’s second violin concerto spilled into the hallway.