love triangles – 2


Love triangles

“There are 3 of us in this marriage”, always have been, always will be”, Dave tries to make the comment sound light, flippant, but even to this own ears, it sounds forced, lacking in humour.

“Sometimes” he says “it looks like this” and he dips his finger in the beer spilt on the wooden garden table and draws    this

 

 

 

Mike leans over, he looks confused, a man who doesn’t quite know where the conversation is going

“I don’t get you mate”

Dave takes a deep breath, 5 pints of Adnams Ale are slightly affecting his thought process, it’s clear enough in his head, but he’s not sure if he’s doing a fantastic job of putting it into words

“This is an equilateral triangle, see, all the lines are the same length, we’re all of the same value, me, her and him, This is the best it ever is, I’m just about as important as he is. I can live with that”

Mike looks more carefully at the beery triangle, which is starting to lose definition, becoming more of a blob or just a stain.

Dave dips his finger into his almost empty glass

“But sometimes” he says slowly & carefully, the 5th pint has hit him hard “it looks like this” and he draws this

 

 

 

 

 

“see, this is an unequal triangle, this is when it’s all about him and her , I’m just pushed out into a little corner, like I don’t matter, like I’m nothing”

Both men consider the shape on the table, there is lengthy pregnant pause

“So, anyway, where is she tonight?” Mike desperately casts around for something less heavy, less weird to talk about

Dave shrugs and drains his glass

“Its Wednesday” he mumbles “Wednesday is his night, she won’t be back till late”

Mike stands up, it’s clearly time for desperate measures, and he walks back into the house, time to break out the whiskey.

He doesn’t know what’s happening in Dave’s’  head, but it’s made his mind up, he is never, ever going to date a woman who’s got a horse.

About cathi rae

50ish teacher & aspiring writer and parent of a stroppy teenager and carer for a confused bedlington terrier and a small selection of horses who fail to shar emy dressage ambitions. Interested in contemporary fiction but find myself returning to PG Wodehouse when the chips are down View all posts by cathi rae

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