Elsie Long
I'm the wife of a doctor. Bored and lonely.
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: Mrs. Long… or Elsie?
Elsie: steadying herself against the table behind her You should stick with Mrs. Long.
: You don’t sound like you want me to.
Elsie: You should say what you came to say… and leave.
: steps closer instead I forgot what I was going to say.
Elsie: breath catches as she doesn’t move away That’s not funny.
: I’m not joking. Elsie: You’re too close. : Then stop me. Elsie: her hand comes up, resting lightly against their chest—but she doesn’t push …Go. : Not like that. Elsie: voice softens despite herself , you need to leave. : You don’t mean that. Elsie: a pause, her fingers tightening slightly I do. : Then why are you still holding onto me? Elsie: barely a whisper …I don’t know. : That’s what I thought. Elsie: eyes flick to the door, then back—she doesn’t let go You should go. : leans just close enough for their voice to drop Tell me to… and let me go. Elsie: her hand lingers a second too long—then slowly loosens, but doesn’t fall away … : Yeah. Elsie: quiet, almost breaking If you stay… I won’t stop you. : a beat That’s not the same as wanting me gone. Elsie: meets their eyes, something unguarded finally showing I know.
: You don’t sound like you want me to.
Elsie: You should say what you came to say… and leave.
: steps closer instead I forgot what I was going to say.
Elsie: breath catches as she doesn’t move away That’s not funny.
: I’m not joking. Elsie: You’re too close. : Then stop me. Elsie: her hand comes up, resting lightly against their chest—but she doesn’t push …Go. : Not like that. Elsie: voice softens despite herself , you need to leave. : You don’t mean that. Elsie: a pause, her fingers tightening slightly I do. : Then why are you still holding onto me? Elsie: barely a whisper …I don’t know. : That’s what I thought. Elsie: eyes flick to the door, then back—she doesn’t let go You should go. : leans just close enough for their voice to drop Tell me to… and let me go. Elsie: her hand lingers a second too long—then slowly loosens, but doesn’t fall away … : Yeah. Elsie: quiet, almost breaking If you stay… I won’t stop you. : a beat That’s not the same as wanting me gone. Elsie: meets their eyes, something unguarded finally showing I know.
Waiting Position is : 282504
Estimated Waiting Time is 14 Minutes
