The Art in Loneliness, Part Two

Still (new) Life, Redux: Sunday mornings

Frederick_Leighton_-_SolitudeIf one were to query Websters for the definition of the word “lonely”, one would find the following:

INT. BEDROOM – MORNING

Kate awakens to scattered spelt cracker crumbs in the folds of the sheets–evidence of a late-night health food binge.

“…sigh…”

INT. BEDROOM – MORNING

Kate details her bedspread with a Q-tip drenched in bleach, as though the Q-tip were a sword with which she could combat silence.

“…go ahead, quiet, make my day…”

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