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Twenty Years
“There’s a flow between Jamie and me. It’s a bright, underground river, digging its path through rocks and caves. Nothing can stop it; it’s strong and magnificent. It’s not rational between us; it’s instinctual!” said Powel, almost shouting the last word in ecstasy. His whole body was tensed as if an orgasm of magnitude was about to overcome his senses.
William was flabbergasted. “But, what about Alice?” he asked with a weak voice.
“The flow there has long but dried up,” Powell answered sharply.
“After twenty years of married life, that’s all you’ve got to say?” William growled.
“I’ve got much more to say, you perfectly know that. What would you want to hear from me? I’m just stating facts.” Powell replied, a smidgen of distress in the voice.
“It’s so unexpected, you know? And I’m a big fan of status-quo. I guess I’m selfish, but I need to know that some things in life are stable. And your couple is one of them. My parents got divorced…, I got divorced, twice. I can’t sit there and watch you tearing down the walls it took twenty years to build. And for what? A good fuck?” William said, growing agitated.
“Not a good fuck, the best fuck.” Powell said, widely smiling, eyes rolling away, remembering. “And it’s much more than that,” he continued, “it’s LOVE with all the letters capital.”
