Squirrel Crossing

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I don’t know how it happened. I can’t place a date, like, “This is the day we fell out of love”––it’s just that we were in love, and then we weren’t.

Guess it’s bound to happen at some point. I just didn’t think it would be so soon.

I shut the door behind me and heft my two suitcases. Tilly picked the blue one out for me for our honeymoon. I don’t know why I’m taking it; it just makes me think of her. But I guess everything does. The dark gray button-down in the suitcase––it’s the one I wore when I first kissed her. What a day. And the silver tie––she had to help me tie it for a wedding we attended soon after our own. We swayed together on the dance floor like it was our first dance. Man, those were the days.

But those days are gone, and I’m not sure what happened to Tilly, either.

I step off the porch onto the driveway where my beat-up Camry sits. I always told her I’d replace it soon, but we never got the money. Guess I’ll be living on my own money now. Won’t have to funnel any of it to her. Maybe I can finally get that truck I always wanted.

But it’ll feel empty without Tilly riding there with me.

Shaking my head, I unlock the car and throw my suitcases in the back. Guess I’ll rent a hotel or somethin’. All I know is I gotta get out of here. We’ve gotta have some space, at least for a few days.

Or maybe longer than that. Maybe I’ll never come back. It’d be better that way. She deserves a better man than the one she married.

You should say goodbye.

Nah. We’d just fight more. God, I’m sick of fighting.

I shut the door on the suitcases that contain my life and wrack my brain for anything I’ve missed. Toiletries––got ’em. Snacks––all there. My gun––

Aw, man, forgot that. Guess I gotta go back inside. As long as I get outta here before Tilly gets back from her ladies’ group thing, I’ll be good.

I turn back toward the house when I hear, “So this is why I was summoned.”

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