Creative Writing Pieces

The Disappearances

Here I am, alone again.

She left me – just like she does everyday.

"Frankie?"

"In the kitchen, my dear." I see my beautiful wife round the corner and I kiss her cheek.

"Is she...?"

I sigh. "Yes, she's gone again."

My elegant Natalya turns to face the wall and mumbles, "God only knows what that woman does once she leaves our home." Her short black hair is like a mute midnight sky, and her freckles resemble that of the stars.

"I know, my love. But what can we do about it? No matter what we say, she never listens to us."

She leaves the kitchen and enters the den. She is lying on the brown felt couch when she continues to ask me rhetorical questions, "What's more important than us? What's so important that she has to leave every day for hours on end?"

I know they are rhetorical but I answer anyway, "I'm not sure. But it must be of some importance or else she would not go."

My dinner plate from the night before is in the same position it was; and it remains unclean. Crumbs decorate its white exterior, and it has a smear of sauce from the food itself. I think of something. "Natalya..."

My wife shoots me a glance.

"Perhaps... and to be entirely honest, I haven't thought of this before... perhaps she leaves every day to provide for us."

She cocks her head to the side.

I notice the expression on her face and continue to explain my theory, "Think about it; when she does eventually come home, she is exhausted and hungry. She prepares our meal and does the chores. She does everything that needs to be done before she even thinks of selfish things like making her own food or watching TV. She wouldn't leave for the day unless she had to, because there are so many things to be done here."

"Hmm..." she sits up on the couch, "Perhaps you're right. I never thought of it like that before." Her blue and green eyes sparkle in the sunlight that pours through the open window. "You're so smart, Frankie." She jumps down from the couch and nuzzles into my neck. "I love you."

I kiss her cheek once more. "And I love you, my dear."

Throughout the day, we mostly sleep and peer out the window until she shows up. The sunlight is already transforming into darkness when we see the headlights. We can't help but get excited. We missed her.

We hear the door unlock and we race down the stairs. It swings open to reveal her. She looks happy.

"Hi, you guys!" she beams. "How was your day?"

We respond with the usually 'good, yours?'

"My day was good, too." She pats our heads. "I... I met someone today. He was a nice guy: tall, brown hair, brown eyes. We have lunch tomorrow so I'll be gone for a bit." She scratches my head and plops down on the couch. We sit on either side of her. "Good dogs. I don't know what I'd do without you guys; you're my rocks."

We kiss her hands and our tails don't stop wagging for the entire night.