Reflections

Already six o'clock and Frank was still not back. He's been gone for four hours, did he forget about me or was he just not coming back? Could I deal with him just leaving like that. My illusions were mute and I tuned out their faces from my mind. Of course he had a cellphone, I could call him and ask where he is.... I could ask if he was coming back. I was just about to pick up the phone on the end table beside the couch when I heard the click of the lock on the front door. My heart began beating faster and faster. Who was it? I heard the door open.

"Gerard?" it was Frank.

"Hey Frank." I got off the couch and walked into the kitchen where he stood putting a handful of full plastic bags on the floor. He went food shopping for me! "Oh Frank, you didn't have to..."

"I wanted to." he silenced me. "Lets eat."