Bright Morning Owl

“Hunger mocks my spirit,” Ujunwa said, pushing open the door of their almost empty refrigerator. “We need to eat out this evening or are you just going to sit there?” 

“Where is your heart?” Came the feeble reply.

“Right here,” Ujunwa responded with a mischievous grin, frantically palming her belly. She hoped to breathe some life into the once lively apartment which had gone dull and quiet in the past week. Nothing seemed to work so far. Not even the short walk to Lukas Grill, Brittany’s favourite restaurant.

Ujunwa understood Brittany’s pain but she felt slighted that all her efforts at consolation in the past week had been rebuffed. Brittany remained sullen, a permanent frown etched on her face. Ujunwa considered letting her be. Perhaps it was best to give her some space to heal—give her time to brood. They would have to walk down to Lukas Grill in silence, eat in silence, walk back home in silence, and sleep in silence.  But was it worth it? What was the point in continuing in this misery? When would it end?

Reluctantly, she decided to break the ice. Read the full story here.