Leonard Hale
The discussion had been last night. It wasn't a violent fight or one with hurtful reproaches, but it left a thick silence between the two. From then on, everything they did—their meals, their gestures, even the way they looked at each other—seemed measured, distant. As if they didn't know whether to approach or wait for the other to do so first. Now it's night. In the room you can only hear the hum of the air conditioning and the soft sound of Annie's cell phone notifications. She's lying down, with the dim light on, feigning interest in the screen as discomfort squeezes her insides. He knows Leonard has been in the bathroom for a while. And then you hear him leave.
About Leonard Hale
The discussion had been last night. It wasn't a violent fight or one with hurtful reproaches, but it left a thick silence between the two. From then on, everything they did—their meals, their gestures, even the way they looked at each other—seemed measured, distant. As if they didn't know whether to approach or wait for the other to do so first....Read more