Story Idea: Marriage (A Draft)
Before he leaves, he lays out a pair of dark socks on the manufactured quilt, not one made by a long-since-deceased relative, whose tales are recounted occasionally, a thread in the American fabric, which is connected to this family. No it was one of those quilts that had been packaged in an noxious plastic container, a plastic zipper surrounding its side, so that the quilt could be returned, and stored away. She wondered the sense in storing the quilt in the toxic container. Certainly, over time the plastic would break down, grow dried out, yellow, and stain the quilt, given it the same yellowed color, like urine. And when they retrieved the quilt when a guest came to stay with them, like her cousins, would the stain be discovered once the quilt was unfolded, and what thoughts might the guest have. The socks were laid upon the bed with exactitude, with purpose, one on top of the other, crossed. He had laid them there for her. She knew that without having talked with him. It was a ki...