Unwritten Journal
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Unwritten Journal

Two Years

Picture by Ibrahim Varol Savas — https://pixahive.com/portfolio/ibrahim

Two years from now.
It was early in the morning when I flew into the local airport. I entered then our apartment and washed myself a little after a long flight. Ana was still groggy because of early waking.
We sit at the table in the dining room to have a cup of morning tea as we usually did first thing in the morning.
We knew each other for sixteen years. We were married for seven years. Our daughter is sheer beauty. Ana’s birthday was close.
We knew. We were sure that day would come to discuss it. During the marriage, we became friends. Not partners anymore.
The conversation was short, maybe a few minutes. Very sharp, open, and straightforward.
I went to the office.
After opening the door, I knew. I am alone. I am looking for her every morning in bed. She is not here.
Two years from now.

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Danijel Crncec

Danijel Crncec

Father of a daughter, music lover, occasional writer.