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She twisted the frayed bit of tissue between her fingers. Tightening and unfurling, tightening and unfurling. Miniature white dots fleeted down onto her black-slacked knees like flurries on the wind.
He shook his head to clear it from the mesmerizing effect of the movement and its impact.
“Say more,” he prompted, hoping his voice would break the trance and end her silence.
She shrugged. Flurries turned a momentary snowstorm and she shuddered, brushed the flecks of tissue off her lap and raised her eyes to someplace between her counselor’s brow and the wall.
“I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended,” she whispered.
He nodded his encouragement. This was more than she’d said in the last two sessions put together.
“I should have known,” her voice turned bitter, “that none of it would last. That he would leave. Again.”
For the dVerse prosery challenge: surprised or not
Quote used: “I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.” (Jane Hirshfield’s poem, “I wanted to be surprised.” You can read the full poem here.)
Na'ama Yehuda 
Oooh, excellent!
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🙂 thanks, Sunny! I thought you might like it. 🙂
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Oh, this is very well done! Perfect!
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I’m so glad you liked it! Thanks Sherry! 🙂
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Wonderful! Trying to get my own self into the proper mindset…
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Thank you! I’ll be waiting to see yours when your mindset finds itself … 😉
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Tee hee!
😉
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🙂
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Love the imagery, the snowstorm of shredded tissues 🙂
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🙂 Glad you liked it, yay!
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Indeedy 🙂
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🙂
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You built the tension so well from the start, Na’ama, with the twisting of the frayed bit of tissue, the repetition of ‘tightening and unfurling’, and the close detail of the white dots that ‘fleeted down onto her black-slacked knees like flurries on the wind’. I like the way you built in the surprise setting of a counselling session.
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Thanks, Kim! I’m so glad it worked! 🙂
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Nice. I luv how you worked that twisted tissue
Have a nice week
Much❤love
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Thanks, Gillena! It is often in the small details that interaction come to life. … I’m so glad this one worked out in this piece! 🙂
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Excellent, Na’ama! This is one of your very best! I also liked the twisted tissue “like flurries on the wind.” Not only did we both have wind, but we both used it in the first paragraph. 🙂
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I’m so glad you liked it!
And …. yes to the synchronicity of using the same theme, in a sense. It is amazing how much we CAN be ‘of one mind’ especially when so many of us are tuned into the same ‘wavelengths’ as it is these days. 🙂 Na’ama
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Good one!
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Thank you, Lynn! 🙂
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I love how you used the line in such a dialogue with a counselor. But maybe this is the first step of recovery.
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Thank you, Bjorn! Maybe it indeed can be her first step toward recovery! 🙂
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