Rivulet

She’s trying not to act strange but she can’t suppress the absent smile creeping up her cheeks. Already her husband is suspicious because she didn’t even get angry with him for yelling at her for not being where he told her to be, even though he was three hours late picking her up. She braces herself against the car seat from a violent shudder and hopes she doesn’t sound like a woman who’s just been thoroughly fucked as she sighs out a latent orgasm. 

Her husband turns up the heating system. He thinks she’s cold and she’s grateful for it. She settles back into her seat when they hit I-9 traffic. It looks like it will be a while before they get home. She turns to look out the window but she doesn’t really see anything. The rain is still coming down hard and her thoughts wonder to the little bookshop on the corner of 5^th and Lovers Lane.