FICTION

THE SOUND OF DISAPPEARANCE

father-daughter

A 6 year old daughter.A large,imposing house.A pet kitty.A freight firm.An adulterous wife.What more could i desire in this life of contradictions?

They had containerized my cargo.And the freight station had phoned me on the particulars.The P.I i had hired a week ago was on dial:

“Sir,i got everything you asked for?”

“That fast?It’s barely 5 days.”

“Sir,that’s how competent i am.”

“Well,when can we meet?”

“In the next hour.My residence.”

“Alright.See you then.”

****

Janet came home looking run down,as usual.What she didn’t know was that it was the day her troubles would deepen.Ann,our daughter was taciturnly wiping out her pasta.

“Janet,have i ever told you about Suzanne Finnamore and her words in Split:A Memoir of Divorce?”

“Not really!Why would you even ask me that?”

“She said that silence has an actual sound.The sound of disappearance.”

She bumbled after my responce.Then i reached for the envelope i had placed next to the table lamp.

“Look at those documents carefully.That’s your exit package.”

“What do you mean by ‘exit package’?”

“I am annulling this matrimony.You will have 7 working days to respond to the issues therein.”

Janet was in a daze.It came as a total surprisal how a man who had stroked her beautiful thighs for close to a decade and bedecked their companionship with a daughter could emphatically get to that point of making her a divorcee at 29.

******

From an unseen kerb,i had stepped into a different life the moment i took Ann away from her mother.From the brittle emotion of watching an innocent girl being at the heart of a mussy separation of her guardians to the hysteric melodrame of my ex-wife during the depositions that extended throughout the case. Looking at Anne and whispering Kendrick Lamar’s words into her tiny ears “We gon’ be alright” was like squashing water.Tactless.

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