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It was the week before you left her. That seaside town you both used to frequent 5 years before. But it had lost its glamour, lost the romantic mystery it had back then. That day you went through the motions, ate at one of the restaurants you used to go to years before; sat on the beach watching other lovers do what you used to do, but didn't that day. The sky was pale blue with white clouds, and the sea did what seas do, came in and went out making that ******* noise it does. You wanted her to say something about the day, but she didn't, she went through the motions with you, like two ham actors, knowing the scenes and lines, but having no belief anymore in the drama. At the railway station she said about having a photo taken together as you used to do. So you went into the photo booth together, and sat, and the flashes came, but this time, no giggles or smiles, just you and her sitting there, looking at the camera, staring into a lost cause, in front of no audience and no applause.
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May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 2:11 AM UTC
NO APPLAUSE 1980.
It was the week before you left her. That seaside town you both used to frequent 5 years before. But it had lost its glamour, lost the romantic mystery it had back then. That day you went through the motions, ate at one of the restaurants you used to go to years before; sat on the beach watching other lovers do what you used to do, but didn't that day. The sky was pale blue with white clouds, and the sea did what seas do, came in and went out making that ******* noise it does. You wanted her to say something about the day, but she didn't, she went through the motions with you, like two ham actors, knowing the scenes and lines, but having no belief anymore in the drama. At the railway station she said about having a photo taken together as you used to do. So you went into the photo booth together, and sat, and the flashes came, but this time, no giggles or smiles, just you and her sitting there, looking at the camera, staring into a lost cause, in front of no audience and no applause.
A MAN AND WOMAN AND A FAILED MARRIAGE 1980
TerryCollett
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May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 2:11 AM UTC
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