Prompt line given by Mish on dVerse
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish?
The Wasteland, T.S. Eliot
It is her first email, six months after she got married.
“I did not communicate, because I did not know what to tell you.
…that it was a rash decision to marry in a different tribe, and land in an unknown place. I’m responsible for the mess I find myself in, if I can call it that.
The minds and hearts of people are as rocky as the terrain. They live in the here and now, which is not a bad thing so to say, but they can grab anything they need from others, and not acknowledge their existence later. My relationship falls in the same category. I’m a persona non grata in his life.
I look around and think, what are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish?
I’m at the brink once again. Will come back soon.”