Wishful Thinking- Seven of Cups Story
Wishful Thinking (Seven of Cups) Gazing over at Paul as he flicked through the television channels, Josie sighed. She watched from the corner of her eye as he lazily scratched his stomach and reached for another crisp from the bowl at his side. They said nothing. She sipped her wine. When had it come to this? she wondered. When did we stop talking? When did it all become so… boring and dreary? So uneventful? She thought of the characters in her novel: beautiful women who were wooed by handsome men in fast cards and smart suits. And here she was - in slippers and a nightgown on a Friday evening and Paul in his pyjamas. How she yearned for the adventure of their early days, for the excitement of that first kiss… How often had she guiltily yearned for the excitement and freedom that her single friends spoke about? Yet, she was trapped here, with Paul, and he did not even seem to notice how she felt. Taking a gulp of her wine, Josie made a decision. Reaching for her phone and hiding it behind her book, she quickly downloaded the app that her friends had spoken about. With a quick glance over to Paul, who was now yawning loudly, she uploaded the best photo she had of herself. Eyes flicking over the screen, she tapped a brief line into the description section: looking for fun and adventure. Then she tapped the upload button. For a moment, all was still. Paul continued to stare at the television. Then, there was a buzz from her handset. The alert of an incoming message! Josie’s face reddened. Flicking her eyes over to Paul, who still was absorbed in his programme, Josie tapped the screen with a shaking finger… yet the phone buzzed again, and again, and again. Her heart hammered in her chest. Jabbing at the screen, a flurry of profiles opened before her: bald men, tall men, short men, fat men, hairy men, grey men… strange men. Men in terrible suits, men in terrible shirts. Their eyes seemed to pierce her soul. “Are you alright, sweetheart?” Paul suddenly asked, and she looked up like a deer in headlights. He smiled warmly at her and his blue eyes glinted. For the first time in so long, she suddenly saw the man she loved: kind, loving, and perhaps a little lazy, but he was the man she adored more than anyone in the world. “Yes, darling,” she nodded weakly. As he turned his face once again towards the screen, she frowned at the procession of men that represented fun and adventure and scrambled to delete the app. Her heart once again settled to a steady rhythm. Gazing over at Paul as he flicked through the television channels, Josie sighed. She watched from the corner of her eye as he lazily scratched his stomach and reached for another crisp from the bowl at his side. They said nothing. She sipped her wine. And she was happier than ever.