She was on the phone to a close relative or friend, relaying the horrific news the doctor had just given her. Clearly affected, seeking a way to cope, after the phone call she sat in silence.
He was on his phone almost constantly, silent and sat the other side of the room. The most animated he got was in reaction to the weather events happening outside the window.
We, sat opposite, sometimes my arm round her, exchanging kisses and (what I hoped were) calming words.
We, drawing our own conclusions while seeking not to, knowing we did not know everything or could see everything except what was in that frame; trying not to judge while doing so on the strength of the evidence we had, when virtually the whole of their existence was outside that frame.
Perhaps, dear reader, you have too.
Written for entry in The Bridport Prize, 2013.
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