just a tale
It was summer time and the couple sat on their porch watching. They were young, she, with hair that was now blonde, but usually red, and he, with a bit of pot belly that neither one of them minded. She wore big sunglasses that covered most of her face and he wore one of those big straw gardenning hats.
They were both happy. Two years of marriage had been flawless and neither one of them could imagine being somewhere without the other.
"The neighbour's mowing his lawn again.", she said
"That's the same pair of dirty jeans he's being wearing all week."
"Did she leave?"
"I'm not sure" He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek,
She smiled and told him that she hadn't seen her around the last few days. He agreed.
The neighbour had a cigar and he purposefully and methodically edged every corner of his lawn, avoiding contact with the couple on the porch in a way that suggested he was in mood for conversation. He grimaced and carried a look of someone who was not patient with anything. He was intent on the grass as if there was nothing else to be intent on.
"I don't think he's working", he said.
"Hasn't for weeks", she muttered. Both of them watched him, occasionally giving him a warm smile that strove to present no acknowledgement of his plight.
"It could happen to anyone", he sighed.
"It won't happen to us, darling"
"Does anyone ever know?"
"Yes, we do."
"Yes, we do. Come on, let's go inside and I'll show you why."
They left the porch, feeling guilty at being in love while their neighbour could only cut grass.