The Elusive Loretta

Although he listened, Loretta's response never came. Not that day. On that day he was in the company of an old familiar friend whose company he never enjoyed, but knew he could never part from. Not this friend. His head was filled with the sound of his own voice telling him to free his thoughts. Though he tried he could not. He was consumed by the fear that he might be cut off from the world and that this state of affairs was his own doing. Try as he might, he struggled on this day to perceive himself as others might, an inability that never helped matters, for at this stage it was vital.

There was nothing to do now but wait. The hours became unimportant. In fact, they seemed not to exist at all. Ironically, his disposition did not speed the hours up, but rather delayed them.

He realised that his current trail of thought became too heavy and sterile. The doors of the room were closed and would not open in that moment. Loretta's response might come tomorrow, but today, he needed to wait.