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The Everyday

July 12, 2012

It was somewhere between ‘dice 1 cup green pepper’ and ‘whisk until smooth’ that she decided to leave.  It wasn’t as if the thought had never occurred to her while shoveling countless loads of laundry into the front-loading washer she had never grown to trust or when scraping food from the screen in the bottom of the dishwasher that had both sanitize and quick-rinse settings.  If only she could sanitizer her life.  Quick rinse?  Pointless.

Clay drove the same route he had driven nearly 7,500 times.  To work. Home from work.  To work.  Home from work.  Summer, winter, spring, and fall. Day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year.  Losing a piece of himself with each mile he traveled.  He found himself wanting to be five years old again, held tight in a bear hug, arms secure around him, awash in cologne and protection.  Instead he drove through the mundane knowing what duty demanded of him and seeing life each day through a lens that grew more and more opaque.

The garage door curled up with a groan and standing in the entry he slid the laptop case from his shoulder, the weight of the day in no way diminished by releasing the load.  He shuffled to the kitchen, pulled out a beer from the fridge, and kissed her.  She smiled and turned back to the cutting board.  He smiled and carried the burden of his day to the awaiting newspaper and she hers into the rhythmic movement of the knife on the board.  The next morning he would awake and marvel at her gentle beauty as she lay nestled in her pillows.  She would watch him scratch his behind and stumble to the shower, her heart warmed by the sight of him, a smile painted by the familiar and comforting pattern.  And so they would begin their every day.

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From → Flash Fiction

2 Comments
  1. Oh yeh, you’ve got a way with a winner-sentence that’s for sure, and a way of using the mundane to set tone of this right out of the gate. 🙂 I always admire writing that can do that. I felt like a fly on the wall getting to know these characters and being inside their heads, You build up to this wonderfully affirming and funny ending. Funny in that I couldn’t help but have a big smile on my face. Love it bud. You’re quite the stylist! 🙂

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