Jeff cradled his wife’s head in his arms. It had been weeks since their ship crashed, but it seemed like forever since his wife, Sylvia, had spoken to him. They got into an argument about how it was all Jeff’s fault that the storm crashed their ship and how he should have listened to her when he told him to steer away from land.
Sometime in the argument, Jeff—out of sheer frustration—pushed his wife. She landed on a pile of debris, and cried for a while. She calmed down after a while, but she refused to do so much as acknowledge Jeff’s presence from then on.
This only furthered Jeff’s animosity toward her. Though he resented her for ignoring him, he would continue to talk to her, as if she were going to listen to anything he had to say anymore. He tried to feed her, but she consistently refused anything he offered her. There was next to nothing on the island, so Jeff had to make due with what he had on hand.
He still found it in his heart to hold and comfort her. She was mad at him, but she couldn’t object to his comforting embrace.
Literally.
No comments:
Post a Comment