Lucky Man

Her feet were uncomfortably wet inside her leather sandals. She swatted bugs away as she waited impatiently in the due covered grass. Her husband seemed to take his time finding a place for things on board the boat, infuriating her on the inside.

Filthy, she thought. Not sure if she meant the boat, the lake or the man.

Oblivious, he busied himself with getting things just right, whistling a tune as he worked. He smiled to himself when he glanced up at his wife on the shore. He could see the strap of her bathing suit peeking out from beneath her t-shirt; the black one, two piece. It reminded him to raise the bench seat so she could sun herself later. He thought he wouldn’t mind seeing his wife lying in the sun in that two piece. She’s still a ten, even at 49. He shot her a grin.

His smile irritated her. How was she supposed to climb in that wretched thing with the bench seat in the way? Jackass. That boat was supposed to be his. To keep him occupied so he’d leave her be. She was appeasing him with this excursion. She hated flying around that tiny lake. She hated the way the wind ripped at her hair. She hated the way he looked in a bathing suit.

He extended a hand to help her on board. I’m a lucky man he thought.