unspoken

1. egg white omelet stuffed with asparagus and brown button mushrooms, silent, still on a plate. fork and knife in apposition, married by equal and opposite forces. adorn the prongs with bite sized morsels of eggs, with a tiny silver of asparagus and a slice of mushroom. big dollop of ketchup. silently chew, silently.

2. i saw jim taking the colour pencil from juliet's bag and putting it in his pocket.

3. i fell down and scraped my knee. i see the blood trickling down. slow like honey, red like the magnificent rays of sunlight on a good partially cloudy day at 6.34pm. pain. i feel pain.
but i do not cry.

4. in a hotel with torn wallpaper and cheap looking wooden frames surrounding what cannot really be called art, found only along the dirty alleys only locals would come to know of if they looked hard enough, hushed sighs of unmistakable lust echoed every wall painted in the tackiest shade of teal. the tangle of bodies, and the separation. sweat in between. sweat, staining the sheets that looked white but could not be clean. a minute of silence. then pants were replaced, boots zipped up, a few 10 dollar notes strewn on the mismatched, red mattress.
no explanation, no sequelae.

5. in a room painted with the gentlest shade of eggshell, candles flickering with every hint of the cool winter breeze..was it green tea in the air?
an arch of his back drove her into pure ecstasy. a few more-- groans and moans stifled unsuccessfully. no words needed be spoken. it was times like these where actions really spoke louder than words.
he clasped her fingers in his hand and pushed it deep into the bed next to her hair, thrusting furthur, deeper, steering both minds and hearts into a complete climax.

peeled himself off her and they lay side by side.

she had so much to say, she felt every emotion course through her veins and there was one exceptionally strong one -- all the love anyone could possibly feel, she felt.

yet ironically, as her heart burst with an overflow of affection, her mouth had to be sewn shut.
this was the hardest lesson she'll ever have to learn.

6. mary was kissing jack. karen cried in the kitchen.