Friday, August 25, 2006
New Beginning 89
Bad Thing Coming
Fall in northern Arizona is crisp and bright and filled with the promise of change and change was why she came home.
Lindsey Hunt walked across the leaf-strewn NAU campus and into the faculty office building. Matt was there, in the lobby, chatting with a pretty coed. She stood watching the exchange, marveling at the irony of it and remembering that first day, all those years ago, when she’d been the pretty coed.
He saw her, grinned and excused himself. “You look good Lindsey,” he said, crossing the room and engulfing her in a hug.
She steeled herself against the familiar response to the feel and smell of her now ex-husband. “You too Matt…damn it.”
He laughed, took her arm and led her down the hall into his office. “Have a seat. I’ve got everything ready for you.”
She sat, watching as he rounded the desk and sat across from her. The defused sunlight from the window behind him erased the years, reminding her exactly how she’d felt, that first day.
Matt took a breath. "How can I help you, miss?" he began, straightening his posture and patting down the front of his shirt.
"I left . . ." she stammered, falling into the familiar part, "I left two shirts and a pair of slacks last Tuesday." She looked up into his eyes. "I'd like to pick them up now."
Matt gave a soft smile and reached out his hand. "Do you have your stub, miss?"
No one could play Dry Cleaner like Matt. No one.
Opening: anonymous.....Continuation: Jason