My wife cleared her throat as I slowed the car to make the turn. She took a deep
“We’re still going to go on with it, right?” she asked, trepidation lacing her voice.
I smiled faintly back at her. “Probably.”
I could tell from her face it wasn’t the answer she needed to hear. She said
“Why can’t you tell me before we get inside?”
I blew out an irritated breath. “Don’t worry. I probably won’t change a thing.” I
The Courthouse was a huge, Neolithic structure with humble beginnings now
Our walk slowed as we entered the Old Ballroom. Couples had formed three lines
We had just stepped into line when an anguished wail rose from the front. “You
All talk has ceased now. The room quiet as a tomb.
Time ticked by slowly as we watched the reaction of the couples as they reached the
As we neared the front of the line, I saw a stream of perspiration roll down her face.
Our life had become routine—the sex had plateued, our bickering about quirks
My mind wandered to the older woman I’d met a few days ago—vivacious, bold
My thoughts were interrupted as the Customer Rep called our names. We stepped
“Your ten year marriage license is about to expire. Would you like to renew it for
It was now or never. My mind was made up in a snap. I knew ten more years of a
Despite knowing the pain it would cause, I took a deep breath and opened my
Before I could utter a single word, my wife’s voice rang out firmly, “I want to
What? My heart thudded in my chest. I looked at her dumbly. “What did you
She turned hard, brown eyes towards me. “I said I want out of this marriage Mr-
I couldn’t say a word as the pain burned into my chest. I watched numbly as the
My wife grabbed hers with a smile. My hands refused to claim mine.
“But, honey—” I began pitifully.
“It’s been good. Take care of yourself,” she finished. With that she was gone
I don’t know how long I stood there—it felt like eons, but most likely only
I tried to convey my anguish as I stared at her. I guess she’d seen it and heard it
The last thing I heard was, “Next!”
Mississippi native, Sydney Molare, is the author of four novels, Somewhere In America,
Changing Faces, Changing Places, Small Packages and Grandmama’s Mojo Still Working.
A veterinarian by profession, writing has become her latest passion.
For more information or to contact the author, please visit her site, www.sydneymolare.com,
email her at firstname.lastname@example.org, or reach her by phone at 601.384.0219.
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