Minor Movements - 2

"Let's commit the perfect crime. I'll steal your heart, and you'll steal mine."

Coming back from home, the front door was open again. Your wife forgot to lock it. You hope she's okay.

There have been crimes in the area lately. Your neighbor got robbed. Someone's tree got spray painted with things you never want to see. It was the kind of things that make you ask yourself if you should be moving out soon.

But you can't stop the surge of irritation. It's been an issue for months now. You wouldn't say it's related to the dead bedroom situation, but it did start around that time. You miss your wife. A lot of it has to do with the two year old running around. He insults you. He steals your wife from you.

Still, the door is open, so you proceed with caution. You were never really brave. When your teacher put you in a chokehold, you didn't report it. You liked the guy, but it stuck with you.

You smell something burning. It's coming from the kitchen. It's the kitchen you just spent $20,000 to remodel. It wasn't cheap, and you didn't have the money on it. But the HELOC did.

You find your wife scrambling to save the once yellow rice. No amount of spices is going to cover that up, but you're probably going to eat it anyway tonight. The toddler is clinging to her leg.

You're glad she's okay. You're glad he's okay.

It's only the rice that she's still making for you.