The first Ficly that I’m posting from school. This one is about a man who, with his new wife, runs into an old girlfriend in a pharmacy.
I had told her in no uncertain terms that marriage wasn’t for me. I remember her smiling weakly, and within two weeks the relationship had petered off to a sort of simmering hatred. Before one of us could explode, we split ways.
I hadn’t seen her for three or four years when I saw her in the pharmacy. I was with my wife, trying to decide which brand of diaper was best for an infant. Had I been the one to notice her first, I would have just ignored her. She looked at me with pursed lips from the other end of the aisle. My wife didn’t notice.
I caught her eye by accident, and we were locked there. I couldn’t avoid her gaze. She didn’t say anything. It wasn’t until my wife, ten months pregnant, pointed at something on the bottom shelf, that I was able to finally turn away. I moved to look at what she was talking about. There was a poorly packaged store brand that looked more like a Maxi-pad than a diaper. I crouched down to pick it up, focused on the label for a minute, and heard a familiar voice behind me.
“Can I help you folks?”
My wife turned and looked at her, smiling. I was still crouching on the floor, confused, feeling compressed by these two titans of the other sex. She bent down next to me and picked up a cheap pack of leak-proof Pampers.
She handed them to my wife and pointed to a toddler who just wandered in with a tall man who looked like his father.
“I used these with him when he was a baby. Congratulations!” She grinned ear to ear like she’d won some kind of contest, and walked away.
In the wake of her presence, I looked up at my wife. She asked me what I was still doing on the floor. I shook my head and stood. When I looked back to the child, the father, and woman who knew about diapers, they were gone, like they had never been.
“Diapers. Anything else?”
“No,” I said, and walked around to the back of the overflowing cart.
“Come on then,” she said, “I can’t wait to get out of here.”
I nodded, “Yep.”
Originally on Ficly:
Part One: http://ficly.com/stories/16997
Part Two: http://ficly.com/stories/16999