five minutes is so long
fiction
edward w pritchard
We hadn't been intimate but I thought of her sometimes and I ran into her and her husband and two kids at the home center store, the store where I didn't like to go but had to sometimes, like today. Her husband was one of those people who can only value things or people monetarily and it was tedious to be around him. The kids weren't too bad but she didn't seem connected to them. The husband had a habit of saying exactly the obvious thing in the wrong way that could be quite cloying.
We stood and talked for a minute or two and she relaxed a little as we talked about the old causes and ideals before her family came back and she had to resume her role again.
I was glad when they had to go, five minutes is so long to be with some people.
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