She didn’t expect to see him. Standing there next to his pick-up in the parking lot of the Piggly Wiggly. At first she didn’t recognize him. Beard, mustache, gained a little weight in the midsection. She didn’t know whether or not to approach him.
It’s been years, she said. You look healthy, the housewife admitted. What have you been up to? she reached out to touch his arm.
A little of this. A little of that, he said. You look good, he told her. You always did, she blushed. You and your husband still live in town? she nodded. Kids must be in college I guess, she smiled.
One’s at State and the other a senior this year. You ever get around to having kids? he shook his head no. Where you living these days? she inquired.
He hit his truck with his hand. Right here,he stated.
In your truck?
Yeah. I like it. I’m free.
You always were a wondering spirit, they laughed. He moved into kiss her cheek. She backed away. No. I’m sorry. I just can’t.
Just a goodbye kiss? she whispered, no. They just looked at each other. She pushed her cart to her car. He stood there. She never turned around.