two strangers:

every day they do the same. they get up, have breakfast, and go to their jobs. He is a lawyer. She is a teacher. By midday both of them are free and could go home, but they create excuses that avoid their coming back. A friend who needs someone to talk to, paper work at the office, the car doesn´t work, etc.
Finally, once thay have made use od that wide range of excuses that each of them hides, they don´t have other choice but to go home. The couple arrive with a difference of some minutes. They look at their faces just once, and they think that will do.
She prepares dinner quickly. the plates are set at the extremes of the long table, and a gigantic and obsene flower pot complements that separation. They have dinner in silence. she knows that in ten minutes he´ll get up and go straight to bed. She´ll take a bit longer. once they are in bed the woman closes her sad eyes and remembers better and distant times. how tender her husband was; the quality of communion and understanding that has been with them for years. Soon she´ll cry, releasing drops of salty flavour that don´t heal anything. Her husband knows it. He feels the same that she does, but he doesn´t want to think about it any longer. He has given up a long time ago.
Their passion is now only a souvenier from happier years when they were a unit. now, the remains of that beautiful relationship are nothing but ashes that flow in the air. It will be a new day soon. a new opportunity they won´t take. A new beginning thast will be thrown away. these two strangers that work as perfect machines have no feelings left, and they know it. What´s worse, they accept their dramatic destiny.