I knew it was him the second he sat down beside me. I smelled his cologne. I took a peak from my paper and there he was. His newspaper was pulled close to his face since he had poor vision and hated wearing glasses. A lot of our lazy Sundays were spent with me reading the smaller print and teasing him about what it would be like when we got old. I pulled the paper closer to my face as tears welled in my eyes.
"Tara?" He noticed me.
I pulled my sunglasses over my eyes, put my paper down and plastered on a phony smile. This moment would definitely go in my diary. "Roger! Good to see you!"
He covered up his left hand. He got married three weeks ago and he didn't think I knew. Thanks to Facebook it took me less than a week to discover his brand new wife and both of them posing for the camera. That was supposed to be my life.
"How are you doing?" He asked with a whisper like I was dying.
"Good, good. I hear you got married." I decided not to make this a comfortable moment. He ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck as if I was accusing him of stealing cookies.
"I did, I did. I can't believe it either." He chuckled like I told him a joke. Why can't the bus come? "How's work?"
Idle conversation with an ex can kill you. Did you know that? "It's fine. Journalism is always the same. Always trying to find the next lead."
There was an awkward pause as he tried to find something else to ask me. I looked down the road for my escape. With no bus in sight, I decided to ask him what I really wanted to know. "Where did you guys meet?"
His eyes narrowed and he pressed his lips together to form a straight line. "Tara..."
"No, I want to know." I was sincere too. I wanted to know where he could have met someone to marry when I couldn't stand the idea of moving on.
"Office Depot. I was shopping for a printer." He checked his watch. I wondered if he sat down just because he saw me here.
I laughed but it was more of a gasp and a cry. The sound of rumbling caught my attention and I noticed my bus headed my way. I stood. He did too. He reached to hug me but I stepped away. The bus paused in front of the stop and the doors breathed open. I took a step towards it and didn’t look back when he called my name. I flashed the driver my pass and headed to a seat in the back next to a man doing a crossword puzzle. For the moment, I was glad for the sunny day so I could keep my sunglasses on.
This was my entry into the Writer Wednesday Blog Hop that I host each week that gives you a 500 word limit, one photo and five words to include. Make sure to check back tomorrow for the new writing prompt! The required words for last week are in bold.