Uncomfortable tensions
The living room atmosphere was oppressive. The rustling fabric and every tick of the timepiece were magnified. Tom, sensing tension, did his best to keep the conversation light.
He began to say “This house was beautiful,” but was cut off immediately by Jane’s mother. It’s nothing in comparison to the houses of friends.” The room became colder as each person was trapped in their own bubbles of unease and discomfort.
Memory Lane: The Good Times
Jane tried to divert conversation by reminiscing about her childhood spent with her father. Do you remember the treehouse that you built for my son? Her father smiled. “Ofcourse, you insist on painting it bright red.” Both laughed.
The room filled up with warmth and laughter for a brief moment. This was a stark contrast from the tension which had previously prevailed. This brief moment of calm was a reminder of happier, simpler times.