“You be the seeker first”. Lily commanded with the typical authority of a five year old. “You have to count to one-hundred and no peeking!”
Catherine covered her eyes, “Is this good?” she asked, smiling.
“Yes, now you can count.” Lily said as she scampered off to find a hiding spot.
Catherine began counting and the skies darkened with threats of a spring shower. The birds stopped chirping and the bugs stopped humming, all was silent. The kind of silence that waits at the end of a question mark, or the silence that makes her head burn when she’s laying in bed at night willing herself to sleep, but she can’t stop thinking about the silence at the other end of the telephone line. It was the same silence that moved in when he moved out.
Catherine crumples to the ground and the storm clouds keep rolling in. The grass is cold and uncomfortable but she doesn’t notice. She never did notice. It took a kid and seven years worth of not noticing for him to leave a note on the fridge and the band on their nightstand. Six months, three therapists, and twenty prescriptions later she’s still in the same place, sitting with her knees to her chest, rocking, and trying to breathe. She can’t remember the last time she refilled them but she knows it takes less than half the bottle to escape. She wonders if the whole bottle could end it. The clouds open up for the downpour.