She, He and the Gardener

The sweat glistened off her body as she turned in the lawn chair. Wearing a bright red bikini and large framed sunglasses. She looked towards the gardener who comes every Thursday, unless it rains or snows then the gardener stays home.

When the gardener stays home, she gets depressed and then he will see it. It’s not hard for him to notice her intense glares towards the kitchen window every time the gardener shows up. Her need to go tan in the sun whenever the gardener is here. He can see it all, yet he does nothing.

The gardener looked back at her; the gardener smiled at her. She lowered her sunglasses and winked, then returned the smile. The gardener blushed and turned back to work with a smile from ear to ear. She bit her lip and then turned back, thinking about the gardener.

He stops coming straight home from work, on Thursdays he’s nowhere to be found even if it rains or snows. He finds someone to wink at. She begins to worry, she begins to regret being so obvious with the gardener. He begins to regret being so in love with her. She was never “that” in love with him. He stops winking at her. She stops winking at him.

The gardener cared for the flowers as he came home early one Thursday. He saw the gardener and then approached the flowers. He told the gardener he didn’t need one. The gardener was fired and never came back.

She confronted him and he told her the truth. She screamed and he yelled, disagreeing she began to call the gardener. He slaps the phone from her hand. She calls him possessive; he calls her promiscuous. He screams and she yells,

“We’re getting a divorce!”