#SOL20 Day 9: We’ll See What Happens

“We’ll see what happens,” the Wife shrugged as she grabbed her bag and keys.

The Husband looked up. “What’s THAT supposed to mean?”

The Wife lowered her bag and countered, “C’mon. You know that’s how it goes, right? It’s not like we have any control over what actually happens. We jump in, and then…yeah. We’ll see what happens.” She glanced out the window, at the reddening sky, at the dark figures beginning to assemble and approach in the streets below.

“Whoa, whoa, wait a second,” the Husband said. “What’s this about we? I’m not leaving this apartment, and I’m not about to have you out there – out in all of that – knowing that something – that anything – could happen.”

“Well,” the Wife chuckled, “it’s not like anything could happen. I’m just saying that we don’t know what will happen. There’s really only one way to find out.”

In silent spaces between people there is often a sound. Listen carefully. You can hear the hum of the world. But in this silence, in this apartment, there grew something different. This sound was rising, thrumming, pulsing. At first it was a single, gentle tone, then it crescendoed and diverged, moment by moment and note by note, until it seemed as though it were a symphony of every instrument, if every instrument could play every note at the same time.

“Are you crazy?” the Husband shouted over the din. “There’s danger out there. Whatever’s out there-“

“Or…WHOever is out there,” the Wife interrupted. The figures out the window seemed more numerous now, and the sound was even louder.

“Whatever’s out there can’t be good,” the Husband added. Just the thought of those dark figures filled him with foreboding.

The Wife considered his words. She actually liked the sound. Yes, there was dissonance, and at first listen it sounds harsh and uncomfortable. But there is also comfort in leaning into that dissonance, of pressing into those close quarters, of getting into the tiny cracks between sounds and pushing into them, only to be pushed back. To her, it was kind of like musical swaddling.

The Wife said, “Whatever’s out there might be good or bad. We don’t know. But this music gives me a good feeling. And I’m up for finding out.”

The sound swelled in the apartment. There was not enough room for all three of them. The Husband and Wife both closed their eyes and leaned: one inward, one outward.

Published by Lainie Levin

Mom of two, full-time teacher, wife, daughter, sister, friend, and holder of a very full plate

8 thoughts on “#SOL20 Day 9: We’ll See What Happens

  1. There’s such a mysterious nature to this post. It reads like fiction and leaves me wanting to know what (or who) was out there. Also, I’m wondering what happens next to the husband and the wife.

    1. Thank you! It’s hard for me to balance the line between keeping a sense of mystery and making sure the reader has just enough to stay engaged with the characters.

      I’m still learning, I think.

      Thank you so much for the encouragement!

  2. “close quarters, of getting into the tiny cracks between sounds and pushing into them, only to be pushed back. To her, it was kind of like musical swaddling” – glorious phrasing! Fascinating contrast between Wife and Husband … I see it all this as a metaphor for so much, especially regarding fear and courage. And .. it kinda reminds me of The Twilight Zone (which I love).

    1. Wow, thank you! And yes – it really could be a metaphor for so very much. I like the idea that people read whatever they want into the message.

  3. Love the dialogue between the wife and husband…each giving reasons for their stand. I am hoping that there is more of this to come because I would love to know what happened.

    1. Thank you so much! I’d have to figure out what’s next.

      It’s funny – I tell my students to make sure they have a plan in their head as they write. This one was totally flying without a net!

      Maybe I’ll have to get on it and add more to the story.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: