She Wanted More

She Wanted More! He shut the car door with a hush; she closed her side of the car with a statement. He slipped into his seat belt in a measured sense; she slapped-snapped her seat belt on.. in relief. He stroked the gear lever, a reflection of lifestyle; she touched the automatic lever, as if a passenger. The passenger in a car; a passenger in their marriage. They were opposites that had attracted. Initially, their ying-yang was balanced, a tightrope, promoting harmony in a romantic relationship, ebbing and flowing depending on their needs until the ebb flowed away and all was stagnant. The divorce papers were soon signed; the relationship filed under no longer viable. She started her engine with an electric whisper turning for a last look at the house, he crept forward checking the road was clear. They both left in different directions. She drove off first, and fast, to a new country, he just drove off in a car which underlined personality, solid, stable and economical; poached eggs for tea! She needed and wanted more! Her daily luggage had been full of frustration, resentment, percolated sadness. So from the silence of anonymity she had shouted and was heard. Three months later, she hoped her new suitcase would be packed with excitement, variety and style. Was she excited or frightened? she was neither, she was both! Ian Souter