Railroad Perfection – #8

Milly – I wouldn’t say chased, exactly, but certainly I feel at times as though I am being watched.  And not during odd or strange or salacious times, like when I am having a shower or getting ready for bed, but ordinary times, such as when I am cutting up vegetables or reading.  I can feel eyes on me, funny how that is possible, as though a gaze has weight somehow, when really it’s the lightest thing imaginable, it has no weight at all.  But I feel it, and I stop what I am doing, and, and nothing.  There’s no-one there.  There’s never anyone there.  But I can’t shake it.  At least if it happened when I was bathing I could put it down to shame or something.

John – I don’t know how to respond to all of that.  I’m sorry but lately I just cannot connect –

Milly – No, it’s fine.  You don’t have to.  Just listen.  It’s not about what you say.  I can’t expect too much from you.

John – But I should be better.

Milly – You do fine.  I talk to much. I’m not sure why.  When I was younger I used to take up all of the space at the dinner table with my ideas and observations and commentaries.  I couldn’t help it.  Sarah was always so quiet.  I wasn’t.

John – I miss her.

Milly – I do, too.  I shouldn’t have mentioned her. I’m sorry.  I suppose I can.  Look.  No, really, look!  What’s that?  What is that?

John – Again?  I thought –

Part of the Railroad Perfection series

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