Nikki

Nikki dabs her eyes, mascara long gone. Days gone, really. Every time she thinks she’s dried up, the words and memories flood back in. She drops the Kleenex, reaches for another.

Partly she is heartbroken for the lost years, partly she is embarrassed. Embarrassed that she believed him. Through the lies, she kept believing. Hoping. Wishing. She never has been lucky, in anything really. A life of missed chances and playing it safe. Always one number off. Yet she has clung to the dreams of a love-starved heart, the toss of dice she gambled her everything on. She bet it all.

From the beginning, he says the sweetest things. She never believes him but it strokes her ego. That someone actually feels that way about her. Sees her that way. Six months in, an indiscretion. Another year, two more. And again. He says it is all innocent. She wants to believe. Oh, she wants to.

Now, she sits in the dim light. A pile of crumpled damp rags at her feet and a head full of broken promises and half-truths echoing over and over in her ears. She is as cold as the Alps. As lonely as a coyote in the desert. As lost as a highland lamb. Directionless and isolated, Nikki dabs her eyes, looks out the window, and stares and stares and stares.


tara caribou | ©2020

26 Comments on “Nikki

  1. This is a beautiful, if sad, character portrait, Tara. I can visualise the scene, yet it also speaks as a commentary on age – looking back on a life and wondering…
    Excellent piece.

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  2. OMG Tara, I think your words:
    ” She is as cold as the Alps. As lonely as a coyote in the desert. As lost as a highland lamb. Directionless and isolated, Nikki dabs her eyes, looks out the window, and stares and stares and stares.” Are among the best lines of poetry I’ve ever read. Even with my eyes open and not being able to listen to your voice reciting for me on audio I was envisioning in vivid color and in sharp focus the paintings your words painted!! Amazing! Simply amazing!
    Bellissimo, Tara, Bellissimo!!
    xoxox 😘💕🎁💖✨🌹🌹

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      • God, don’t you love it when that happens – the words just flow like a river!! Honestly, those lines are so masterful!! Bellissimo, Tara, Bellissimo!
        xoxox 😘💕🎁🌹🌹

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        • Thank you so very much. It truly means so much to me that these words touch you. It’s all I could ever want, to be heard, seen, in some small way… understood.

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