A Short Story

By Soomin

  It was a starry night. Marisol was doing laundry. Her husband had not come home yet. It was just another usual night. he must be hanging out with his gang and playing poker. He was a famous gambler in this small town. He never made money out of it, rather he almost always lost whenever he bet money.

  But, Marisol thought, the one who took the biggest gamble was me. Unfortunately, Marisol had not notice at that very moment when she had bet her life. She could still remember vividly the night her husband asked her to marry him. He had been playing the harmonica and whispering that he would make her the Queen of Love. It had been a romantic night. Marisol had thought getting married to him was not a uncertain bet but a solid promise for a rosy future.
  Maybe I just didn't want to see the truth, Marisol sighed. Love is a lunar eclipse, she thought while looking out the window. That night when he had proposed to her the Moon had been almost veiled by the shadow of the earth but Marisol had not questioned what had been hidden behind the shadow. Instead she had only focused on the edge of the Moon, the part she could have seen which had been shining beautifully. Love was so pure and so innocent that it blinded her intelligence. The stars were twinkling as Marisol sighed. Her husband would come back after all these stars had faded out.