Walt

He had been gone for three days. Left in a huff over what he can’t remember now. Left without packing anything. Bought new underwear, shirts, toilet items, and jeans at a Target store. Two lonely nights at a motel on the beach didn’t help. Pulling back into his driveway he saw her on the little brick pathway that lead from the garage to the new patio they had built a few months ago. “Hi! Am I still welcome here,” he called.

He knew the answer when out of her garden apron she drew a pistol, aimed and fired.

She thought to herself, “Thanks Walt’s Sporting Goods Store and the two-day training class you provided to teach me to use this little baby.”