Issue 3 Star- Gazette

“You sure about that? Because you had a different tone a few minutes ago when you
were talking.”
“Positive. Don’t worry about it okay? I just needed to hear myself say it out loud I think,
y’know to make sense of everything.”
She didn’t believe him and he knew it, but he also knew she wouldn’t press the subject
anymore.
She sighed and took the last sip of her coffee, “Well Jack, I’m pissed you never told me
about the accident, but thankful you’re okay. Hopefully, you’ll stop driving like an asshole
now though.”
“What do you mean? I’m the safest driver I know!”
She rolled her eyes, “Whatever you say, Jack. C’mon, let’s walk.”
He followed her out and she paused to look him straight in the eyes before putting back
on her sunglasses, “You know whatever happens I’m here for you right?”
She’d never looked at him so deeply or seriously in all their years of friendship, the blue
in her eyes seemed deeper and he noticed for the first time that there were little green
flecks in them, her mother was right, they really did look like the sea.
“I know Mar and I always got you too, okay,” he said, giving her a small hug and then
getting the door.
With that they dropped the subject and strolled around the farmers market, it rained all
last night but the sun was bright as could be this morning and all of nature seemed
extra green now. They took an impromptu trip to the lake and their favorite diner,
eventually parking and strolling around town and stopping at an antique shop near the
shore. Jack would never admit to Mar he would often find himself bored to death in
those little shops, but she’d sat in on his long Dungeons and Dragons nights more times
than he could count, even though she had little interest in those things. So he never
fought her when she dragged him into one, besides it made him happy seeing how
excited she’d get about these little stores.
“Look Jack! This tea set looks victorian!” she exclaimed, practically bouncing around like a
kid in a candy store.
“Oh yea it does,” he said following her and looking at a cup from it, then quickly setting it
down out of fear of breaking it.
She flounced about the store, often staring at little objects for long periods of time, and
holding them with an almost sense of familiarity. Jack busied himself pretending to take
interest in objects and studying the old shopkeeper. He looked ancient, with a big belly
and a big white beard like Santa Claus.