Perfume

There was yelling.  There was shouting, crying, and more yelling.  He wasn’t listening to her screaming at

him anymore.  He had his eyes focused on the wall in front of him.  He didn’t have to try anymore to block

out her voice filled with anger and hurt, both caused by him.  It just came easily to him now.  He had

stopped trying to console her a while ago after her anger had taken over her pain.  She started throwing

harmless things at him, at first, like the pillows on the bed they used to share.  Then, she tried to throw at

him whatever she could find.  At that point, he was too busy trying to duck away from her fury to be able

to plead his case.  The last thing that she threw at him before she started packing was a perfume bottle that

he had given her for their one-year anniversary.  The glass had shattered as it hit the wall.  Its liquid

contents started to seep down to the bare hardwood floors.  All he could do was stare at the spot where

the bottle made impact, as she continued to gather whatever she could and walked out of the door.