In Theory…

Denise’s prompt:  THEORY

In theory, most people reach an age of maturity when they can measure and appreciate what’s reasonable, realistic—as opposed to what is not—and act accordingly.

Not her…she’d nursed the fantasy since childhood, and at thirty-five, by gum she was going to make it come true regardless that it was unmitigatedly insane (such is denial’s power).

She had no money, yet magically a credit card with an audacious available credit limit appeared in her hand; soon she was on a plane, then briefly settled in a hotel room, and next, riding in a taxi to the luxurious address where the ageing love of her life resided…in a “whole nuther world”.

‘Hard to believe’, she thought…no locked gates or guard dogs…the lone security employee smiled her way as though any attractive professional-appearing young woman, wearing tasteful floral dress and carrying black leather briefcase, had authorized access.

Neither was there keypad to punch in a code—she just walked in and made the mile-long, trembling-knees trek to the end of the plush-carpeted corridor where “his” elegant door to the corner suite was located; as she pressed the button which elicited melodious chimes, and waited…boulder of revelation finally crashed upon her that this journey, for all its suspect simplicity, was likely a very bad idea, would not end well but calamitously—inside her head she screamed, “why didn’t someone, something stop me??!!”

He spoke to her through the closed door, pretending he was a servant who’d relay her message—(fool! she’d have recognized his well-modulated voice even if she were deaf); he kindly directed her to leave her gifts out in the hall, and in that same beloved voice politely sent her away—her voluminous letters had meant nothing, she meant nothing to him.

ยฉZelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.

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23 thoughts on “In Theory…

  1. Such an intimate relationship we can form with something as insubstantial as a dream.
    No lover or spouse is ever (imo) permitted such unfettered access to our inner selves…. though, intense, these need not be destructive. Like the dynamic balance between friends, (or enemies), keeping a dream alive is one thing, demanding that it give birth to a promise outside its natural realm, another thing entirely.

    Thought-provoking Six!

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    • Thanks much, and yes–I’ve learned I can’t demand ANYTHING ๐Ÿ™‚ With that in mind, I think you missed my last 6–“rodeo” was the prompt. It’s on my other blog–if you want I’ll give you the link, but I’m not making a demand ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ Take care of yourself, Clark.

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  2. Maturity doesn’t always reign in the occasional lapse of reason especially if that lapse is mired in a complex mix of emotions. It sounds like it was a most heart wrenching journey. Perhaps, had you not gone, you might have wondered what would have happened if you had.

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    • Thank you for your kind words, Denise–I’ve pondered often about this, and concluded that it’s likely best to cherish a fantasy in the heart…as Reality can leave bruise. Blessings to you, my dear๐Ÿ’–

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