As she bolted across the street, he began the trek home. He entered a familiar park, heard the songbirds they both loved. An elderly couple cuddled on ‘their’ bench.
If he had arrived with her, he would’ve taken two coffee mugs out. Instead, he changed clothes. Hung his shirt in the closet; within its creases her fading perfume pulsed. He sat down. Let imagination color the blank wall before him.
She would return soon.
He had time to compose what he should say next.