Free Origami by Wando Wande Page A

stubby fingers soften her stony hands.  
    She leaves the pantry door ajar and scurries back to her room. Cherry kicks away frogs and cranes; she crashes in her seat.  Her diary is still open, and she flips pages of arguments over children.
    “We can’t spend so much just for an in-vitro. Our bond is just enough for me,” Boniface had said to Cherry.  Sean came intruding on the spat after a five-year absence. Deep-sea fishing, obtuse jokes, mercury-laden tuna nurtured quiet moments of pining for bundles of joy.
    Cubes of arguments, cubes of longing fortify her desk. Her flowing script breaks into blocky rows.  Graceful f’s are stunted u’s.  Cherry hugs her stomach; her cheek smooths a cold page. She jerks upright, rips the page, crumples it, and stuffs it in her mouth.  Chewing releases a surge of bitterness. She gulps the papery burr.
    Sean yawned. “Sorry, Cherry. Boniface is here... we lost track of time.” Boniface took over the phone only to add that he would be home in another hour even though it was 11 pm.    
    Pansies: Lisa had a daughter; persimmons: Lisa is divorced; poppies: “All men cheat.  Boniface is a man...” Lisa said in a delightful drone.  Cherry sweeps her lap. Ten years snow onto the floor.
    An argument over adopting children, and Boniface stormed out of the house.  Three days passed then Boniface stumbled to the front yard with Sean, their hairy hands in a lover’s bind.
    Cherry tears the rest of the pages to make sailboats, leaving behind a serrated stump of a diary. Her eyes glide over her children. Heartache is a sailboat, languor is a crane, despair is a frog, and closure?
    She gathers the origami in a box; fifteen years are weightless in her arms.  Closure is her bouquet.  A smile lifts her face as she stacks the bouquet over another moving box marked 'books'.
     
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