John roused himself; he had drifted off after the clerk had emphatically given her unwelcome opinion. “Just give me what I want” he’d said bluntly. Disheartened the clerk slowly retreated.
A brawl ago, John declared to his wife that he despised these delusions; but she scarcely listened anymore. Had she ever? Could it change? Was it him?
She insisted that every weekend he drag himself to a store. Sentenced to collect the next latest, and greatest distraction. He blamed her, she blamed him. A house for two strangers.
Today would be different.
Trudging home there were bridges to cross.