John D Robinson

wine alone
For what seemed like a very long time, they simply stared at one another. “We live in a broken world” she said, startling even herself as her words punched hard into the quietness of the room.

“Yes” he said in a near whisper and then he placed his glass of wine upon the table.
“What are we going to do?” she asked, her voice cracking.

“I don’t know love, he said reaching for her hands. I don’t know, he repeated gently, we’ll think of something”.

Their fingers touched and then interlocked. A black cat walked into the room and lay at the woman’s feet. She half smiled looking down at the cat and said, “Look Boss can sense something is wrong”.

He was gazing out of the kitchen window into the back garden. He watched absently two squirrels chasing one another across the lawn. “We could move on, run for it, so to speak” he said softly and hesitantly.

She looked up and said shaking her head, “No, not again, not this time”.

“No, you’re right, we can’t, not again, he said thoughtfully. We’ll think of something, we will have to”. He gently pulled a hand free and picked up his glass.

“Let’s stay”, she said, her voice finally giving way.

“It’s going to be okay, really” he said. He put his drink down and rose from the table and then crouched down in front of her. She cradled his head in her lap.
Upstairs a small child had awoken and began crying out for them. For several moments they listened to their daughter.

He raised his head and looking up into her face said, “She’s why we’ll think of something”.

“I’m coming darling”, she called out to her daughter, moving away from the table.

He sat back at the table, lifted his glass and reflected upon the words that she had said about living in a broken world. He nodded his head and then again looked out into the garden. It was calm and quiet. Upstairs she cuddled their daughter, nursing her back to sleep.

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A bit about John: John D Robinson was born in 63 in the UK; his work has appeared widely in the small press and online literary publications; Red Fez; Bareback Lit; Dead Snakes; The Kitchen Poet, Underground Books; Pulsar; Poet&Geek; The Commonline Journal; The Chicago Record; Mad Swirl; The Clockwise Cat; Poetic Diversity; Your One Phone Call: Ink Sweat & Tears; Horror Sleaze and Trash; Poetry Super Highway; Zombie Logic Review; Opal Publishing; Hastings Online Times; Bold Monkey; Napalm and Novocain; Yellow Mama; Winamop.com; The Beatnik Cowboy and upcoming work in Locust Magazine; The Legendary; Message In A Bottle; Sentinel Literary Quarterly. His latest collection ‘When You Hear The Bell, There’s Nowhere To Hide’ (Holy&intoxicated Publications) carries an introduction by poet and novelist John Grochalski and is available via Amazon or any high street book store. He is married with 1 daughter, 2 grandchildren, 3 cats, 1 dog and he likes to drink wine whilst listening to quietness.

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