She lay on the bed, her face turned away, unaware that he had entered the room.
Turning her head, she saw his silhouette framed against the door and that was enough to make the pain leap into her eyes with the ease of an athlete, rabidly scrape their damp, crumbling walls, scatter agony-shavings and exult in its revival.
Pain, old friend, lifetime companion, gap-toothed, twinkle-toed and all-pervasive, was back on centre-stage, winning accolades again.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
It always comes unannounced. And always overstays.
D: The one kind of RSVP you don’t want. 😉
… you the OJ who used to blog on Yahoo?
SwB: Welcome. 🙂 What happened to your photo-blog?
hey it is you! 🙂 photoblog’s still there. http://www.freakinblues.blogspot.com
so you’ve been good, yes?
SwB: Fabulous. 😀 So glad to find your photo page again. Only wish you’d update it oftener.