Zack’s store was still closed, but he had washed the thick,
caked soap off of the front window, and had whipped together a simple little
display. A white cardboard sign with the
words “Opening Soon” sat nestled between
two of the latest beach reads.
I gave the door a push.
It opened, and I stepped inside.
A coughed as a cloud of dust invaded my nose and mouth.
“Zack?” I made my way towards the front counter. My mouth felt chalky from the dust.
I headed towards the door that led to the storeroom and the
back office.
I could hear voices on the other side.
It was two men. One
was Zack, but the other... I couldn’t recognize it.
There voices were low, and they spoke in a familiar, casual
way.
The other man, the man I couldn’t recognize, laughed.
I cracked the door open.
Zack sat as his desk, and a man, in his early forties sat on
the edge of the desktop.
His hand was on Zack’s shoulder. He wore a suit, his salt and pepper hair was
pulled back in a neat pony tail.
He was handsome.
He was smiling at my husband.
My husband was smiling back.
I knew that smile.
That was the smile he reserved only for me.
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