“Sun In Her Hair”

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I went back to the park on Saturday. Told myself it was for the walk. She was there.  Different bench, same girl, same railing crisis apparently ongoing.  I didn’t sit down right away – stood near the coffee cart pretending to read the menu I already had memorized, giving myself an exit if this turned…

Knowing about the husband should have ended it. That’s not what happened.  What happened is I started building a second file to go with the first – not is she single anymore, but is she happy.  Which is a worse question to be asking about a stranger, and I knew it while I was asking…

I didn’t go looking for her. She walked past my window every morning at 8:15. That was all. At least, that was all in the beginning. First-floor apartment. Desk facing the sidewalk. Two monitors, permanently half-open blinds, and enough overnight deadlines that by forty-two I had the red eyes and neglected beard of a man…

I didn’t steal another man’s wife. That’s the version people like better, though. It gives everyone a villain.  Him for neglecting her.  Me for noticing.  Her for eventually looking back. The truth is less convenient. For months, I watched Avery walk past my window without knowing her name. Then I learned she had a husband….