Get out she says, I want you out.
Joe just stood there. Now what… This time he’s not willing to lose everything or leave behind things she covets just to pacify. “Pacify what, how does that go, ‘don’t try to figure out a plan, you can’t reason with a headless man’ in this case a woman. How can I do this in a more rational way with an irrational woman whose mood could change like the flip of a switch?” None of this stops friends and family from giving age-old advice “don’t worry about it, it’ll take care of itself”. He hopes as he sits espresso in hand reflecting on what’s come to pass; in a matter of moments fate has been decided… or has it? His usefulness came to an end and he’s now outdated. “One door closes another opens, another wise-old-sagely goody, but it’s hard to see what that new door will be. What will it bring?” Suddenly an air of relief tries to enter, a breath of fresh air, hope, possibility. He can feel it as if it were a breeze but in a split second it’s gone. It all seems so dead. It is death but Joe wants life to go on preferably with her… and his stuff.
It felt like plastic netting only soft. She felt the ridges on her skin and heard the zzzip like rolling rrrrrs as she passed. She thought of spiders quickly glancing up but the web wasn’t damaged glistening in the sun in a single rough-edged sheet. She ran her fingers through her hair and shook off her clothing just in case. No trespassers. “Onward”.
He came to pick up his son. At the daycare the front doorbell rang but she was busy with two year olds in the back room. He appeared in the doorway she looked up surprised, and glanced him up and down as he did her. “We’re dressing alike. This isn’t good; some kind of freaky. I’m an alpha. We’d argue about who’s in charge. Could be fun. Funny how people think.”
“She’s an alpha” drifted through her mind. “She needs more love than others.” He stood at the far end of the classroom signing his son out. He looked back. Looking ahead but just past him she caught his full image. “We’re dressing alike. Pastels and white.” She smiled as she walked toward Little Hercules who’d taken the plastic broom and bent the handle in half. He was trying to get it to flip up and down…
“She had the door open just for a change. The sliding glass had been pulled back and the breeze filtered through the screen cool, almost invigorating. Two windows had been opened for cross-ventilation, not perfect but nice. After finishing her post power-walk energy drink concoction she stripped off her sweaty clothing dropping each piece into the basket…”