SHE

They lived in a beach house overlooking the sea. It had a view that she always dreamt of. She would simply look at it for hours in her days of solitude. Her husband was a pilot causing him to be gone more often than there but she didn't complain. Every now and then the silence would consume her and make her remember how alone she was. But she could always write the loneliness away. She was, after all, a writer on the side so the words came easily to her. Being good with words and writing was always her strong point, not like being alone. She secretly dreaded the absence of someone; not anyone to talk to or to simply hear. But she wouldn't tell her husband, he loved what he did and she simply would not get in the way of that. So she wrote and watched the waves crash against the rocks, waiting for him to come back.