The Cabin

The thunder crackled and rolled as the icy rain poured down, lightning streaked across the sky, revealing the mountain range engulfed in the storm. Sandra watched the storm from the cabin window, all bundled up in jeans and a sweater, curled up under an Afghan thrown over her legs. She sipped on her wine watching the storm, although her mind wasn’t on nature’s display of temper but on the storm ranging inside her. Her emotion rolled much like the thunder, one moment anger, sadness the next, then guilt.




She replayed the events that happen one year ago today, morning was bright and cheery, promising to be a wonderful day. Her husband Adam came in the kitchen while she was making breakfast. She kissed him, giving him his coffee, and he handed her some papers. She took one look at them and her heart broke in to a million pieces.






In big letters was ‘Petition for Divorce,’ and he stated, “I no longer love you, and this is best for the both of us.”






He said it so matter-of-factly she can’t believe the words were coming out of his mouth. “By that you mean it’d be better for you don't you? You’re the one wanting this, not me!” Throwing the papers at him. " Why the sudden love loss, there’s someone else, isn't there?"






"Yes, but that doesn’t have anything do with the fact I haven’t loved you for a long time,” Adam watched the papers fall to the floor, ignoring her anger, “or the fact I’ve been just going through the motions."






"I don't believe you were just going through the motions,” Sandra stood there glaring, clenching her teeth, “you’re just saying that so you feel better about cheating on me. So who’s the tramp?"






"Believe what you want, and Lisa isn’t a tramp." Adam spat at her, "She’s more of a woman than you’ll ever be, and she has more passion and a higher sex drive than you ever had."




The color drained from her face, stomach churned, sending bile to her throat and she had gripped the counter. "Great not only are you leaving me, you’ve been fucking my best friend."




Adam turned away, walking to the door, not even bothering to reply. As he opened the door he said over his shoulder, "I’ll have someone pick up the papers tonight," then went out the door.




She turned to watch him get in car, but he never looked back, not once. She crumbled to the floor, crying as his car drove out of sight.




That was last time she saw him, their lawyers did everything else.




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A marriage built over ten years destroyed in a matter minutes. She had received the final paperwork this morning.


Without thinking she got in the car, driving for hours, not really caring where she went, she just drove. It was like the car had a mind of its own. When she finally stopped she had arrived at her family cabin in the mountain. It was no surprise her happiest childhood memories had been here. They had spent holidays and summers here, and her folks left the cabin to her when they passed away two years ago.


Since then she didn’t come up here very often, but when she did she always felt their presence here. Perhaps that’s why she’d been drawn here, to get comfort from the memories her family and her had made here.


She sighed, taking a sip of her wine, and then there was a knock at the door, bringing her out of her daze. Sandra threw off the afghan wondering who was at the door, being as no one even knew she was here. Heading for the door there was another knock, heavier, more intense.


"Coming." She stopped in the living room to place the wine glass on the coffee


table in front of the fireplace, which held a softly flickering fire. Yet another knock at the door, this time sounding as if the hand that was banging against the door was about to come through it.


"Alright, alright keep your pantyhose on jezz."She mumbled nearly running to the door she jerked it open only to see a chest.


Craning her neck up she found the owner, and a smile broke across her face. "Matthew, what a wonderful surprise, what are you doing here, thought you were in Europe?”


She was thinking, god he’s as handsome as ever, six-foot, average body, jet-black hair, but what always got her attention was his blue eyes, reminding her of sapphires. They’d been best friends as kids; his parents had at least a dozen cabins on the other side of the ridge they rented out all year.


They played together whenever her family was here, and as they grew so did their friendship. They often were teased by their parents they’d end up marrying each other, but neither of them wanted to ruin the friendship. There was an unspoken agreement they’d always stay friends.


"What? No invite to come in out of the cold before you start asking questions," he teased, shoving his hands in pockets and shivering. He smiled, taking in her beauty, five-six she had silky long red hair and sparkling dark green eyes.


Soon as she opened the door he wanted her in his arms, kissing her, and he wouldn’t stop there he wanted so much more and as far as he knew she was still married.


"Oh come in please, I must have forgotten my manners." She opened the door more so he could come in; relieved the vicious storm had stopped. But the rain had turned to snow, and there was at least two inches on the ground.


Matthew walked in, taking note of the single glass of wine on the coffee table, wondering why only one glass. Sandra closed the door, walking past him towards the kitchen, and she noticed him looking at the glass of wine.


"Would you like something to drink?

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