Hello and Goodbye
by Sparks In Shadow
His exits when he was finished with conversations, upset people somehow. Beginnings were less trouble. Remarks about his day, joking about news, just happened.
Today, while washing dishes, his wife asked how Pansky was doing after the accident. Pansky was recovering slow and might sue, he told her. Then he turned to leave the kitchen.
Stopping when he remembered, feeling strange, unsure, he said, “I’m gonna go sit in my chair now and read.” Saying something first felt odd, like asking permission, but not.
He didn’t note the surprise or warmth when she said, “Okay.” He noted recognition, then forgot.