By Timothy Lantz

She watched the snow flakes as they kissed the windshield. Each one falling, flaring briefly before turning to tears and running down the glass.

“What am I doing here?” It was a question she had asked herself every minute of every day for the last two weeks. She should never have agreed to come here. She should never have said yes.

Her hands fumbled with the radio. The noise only made it worse. Better to sit in silence then listen to that mindless chatter.

“I wonder if he’ll be the same? If he’ll feel the same? It’s been so long.”

Nervously, she rubbed her hands together. As her fingers brushed her wedding ring, it was like a jolt of electricity. Her heart pounded, triggering her body into motion. She grasped the parking brake, ready to drive off and never look back.

She didn’t.

She took a deep breath and pulled the ring off her finger. She buried it inside her purse. This decision was not going to be made by her head. She lived too frequently in the realm of logic. She needed this; if only to let her head know that her heart still worked. She needed to know that she could still feel something.