by Kenneth Harper Finton ©2014
It was Christmas Eve.
Sarah was alone in her apartment.
Fred had left a week ago.
The holiday season had all the ingredients of a miserable experience.
Sarah has just turned forty-five.
She felt that her life has been spent giving a lot and not getting much back.
She wondered if that was her own fault.
“Am I deluding myself?” she asked. “Have I really given enough?”
Fred had told her she was arrogant just before he walked out the door. “You always think that you’re better than me,” he had said.
She had been accused of arrogance before Fred was around. Roger, her lover and dance director had complained of her air of superiority. She recognized there might be some truth to it.
However, the difference between arrogance and truth is often a fine line that depends on the delivery of the message.
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