Dolly Willis was thinking about Kevin again. Kevin was an optimistic brute with charming legs and curly, brown hair.
Dolly walked over to the window and reflected on her farmland surroundings. She had always loved rural Mossy Rock with its testy, tan trees. But now it was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sad, after what she did.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the optimistic figure of Kevin Willis.
Dolly gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a brave, sweet, port drinker with nice legs and silky, blonde hair. Her friends, rather her ex-friends, saw her as curvy and crowded, but now mostly as a cheater.
No one, not even a Navy S.E.A.L., could be prepared for the wrath she knew she was about to face.
The rain hammered on the rooftop like rampaging dogs, making Dolly anxious. Dolly grabbed a wine bottle that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Dolly stepped outside and Kevin came closer, she could see the ugliest look on his face. A face full of sadness, with a mind full of sorrow and devastation.
Kevin glared with all the wrath of a hundred hawks. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you. Every part of me wants to rip the throat from your neck. That image. You, in our house. In our bed. It floods my mind every second of every day.
“I want a divorce. And after that, I don’t ever want to see you again.”
Dolly looked back, even more anxious, and still fingering the wine bottle. "Kevin, I still love you," she replied.
They looked at each other; one with hatred, one with great sorrow.
Dolly studied Kevin's charming legs and solid hair. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Dolly in apologetic tones, "I’m sorry for what I did. Please, just give me another chance.”
Kevin looked concerned, his emotions raw like a kind hearted, knotty knife.
Dolly could actually hear his emotions shatter into a thousand pieces. After a moment of searching within each others eyes, Kevin turned his back and began the long walk back to the hotel.
Dolly dropped the bottle, hearing it shatter on the wet rocks. Not even a glass of Dolly’s favorite port, would calm her nerves tonight.