Today my husband turned to me and said, "do you want to go for a coffee and a tea?"
It was a trick. He took me out to shop instead. It's like he thought I would have reacted negatively had he said, "hey, you want to go shopping for a new slow-cooker and some windshield wiper blades?"
Wait. Damn. I wouldn't have wanted to.
He even stopped - after - at the coffee place so we could get a coffee and a tea and some donuts. So, now I'll always wonder if I'm being tricked, but I'll also know that even if I am, we'll get a donut. Yeah, he's a smart cookie.
Ottawa is thawing, and all around the city are various bits of detritus that are being revealed as the snow melts away. It reminded me of something.
"Like Smoke," by L.G. Fitzgerald
I've mentioned Red before. It's a collection of five stories each inspired by a discarded red scarf spotted at the side of the road by the editor. The five tales all have this key piece to them, but vary in style and result.
"Like Smoke" has a failing romance at its heart, a couple where Jimmy is desperately trying to understand Cathy's depression and how she has withdrawn from life nearly completely, only occasionally coming close to the woman who used to have such passion. Around this story is weaved a spectre of a Twilight-Zone-esque series of events that - for the most part - Jimmy doesn't really believe is happening (or even notice) since his world is so wrapped around Cathy's depression.
This story opens the anthology and definitely sets the stage for the tales within the slim volume.