The little things in love: A short story

John was running late for his plane, the flight was scheduled to leave Atlanta at 4:15 pm and it was 2 pm now.  He wanted to see Peggy, his wife, before he left “where is she damn it” he exclaimed with a grimace. Peggy was usually home from the office on Tuesdays just after lunch and besides she knew John was leaving for Chicago after 1:00. John looked at the clock again and again as if watching it carefully he could somehow stop the time. He decided to double check his luggage, “if she`s not here by 2:15, I`ve gotta hit the road,” he said, as if begging the clock to somehow retrieve his wife from where ever she was.
    Peggy was racing down the street looking at her watch, her fists were tight around the wheel and eyes focused on the road as she sped forward. “Oooh shoot I am gonna miss him, I knew I shouldn`t have taken that last call.”  She hated not to see her husband off when he went out of town. The year before, their marriage was on the rocks, the kids were gone, and they had just somehow grown apart.  They were just about to separate when their high school buddies and neighbors, mike and Linda, suffered a horrible tragedy – Mike was killed in a head-on collision.
     When the accident occurred, they both knew at that moment in the kitchen that they never wanted to lose one another and how blessed they were.  Their eyes were locked, and they slowly began to walk toward one another. They reached for each other with a deep sense of loss, regret, and sadness for where they had been. They embarrassed for what seemed like an hour and then slowly walked to the den and sat by the fire.
     John looked at his watch and then the kitchen clock, “Damn I guess I will just give her a call on the cell and let her know I love her.” John headed out to the car, threw his luggage in the rear, and sped away toward the airport. Peggy was only 5 miles from home, but she felt deep in her heart she had missed him.  Suddenly her mind, as it often did, raced back to the night Linda got the news about Mike. Her heart raced, and she felt a little panicked that she had not looked her man in the eye and kissed him goodbye.  “Ring, Ring, Ring” Peggy’s cell began to ring from her purse, so she pulled over, “Maybe that’s John,” she said in a hopeful tone.  “Hello,” she answered. “Hey honey, I waited as long as I could where are you?”  John said with a hint of frustration.  “I am so sorry honey, I took one more call on that deal we have going on in Roswell…ooooh, I wanted to see your handsome face and …John…I love you.” “I love you too Peggy…don`t worry hun…I will be home in two days, and we will spend Saturday together in the Mountains.”
  John was so tired that night after the meeting, he closed the big sale and was just about to sit and enjoy a good cigar. He sat and thought about how much he missed Peggy.  He went to put his night clothes on, and as he opened his suitcase, he smelled perfume.  “Peggy must have used my bag again or spilled some perfume in here.” As he dug a little further, he saw a white hanky and a note, he picked up the hanky, and he recognized the sweet smell of Peggy. She had put her hanky in the suitcase with john’s favorite perfume on it.  A note was wrapped in the hanky “John, I love you, always, forever, and no matter what – Peggy.”
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S.W. Biddulph

Scott Biddulph is a published writer, author, and poet from North Georgia. He began writing as a youngster and followed his lifelong dream of reaching people through the written word when he returned to The University of North Georgia in 2013 to finish earning his BA/English with a concentration on publication and creative writing. His publications include the following: an eBook, Apples of Gold: A collection of inspirational short stories and poems (Smashwords, 2010) and a paperback, Voices from the Heart, (Createspace, 2012). His poetry is published in Papers and Publications Undergraduate Research Journal. Vol 3 (2014) and the award-winning Chestatee Review (Spring, 2015), among other places (Check his LinkedIn profile for a full list of his publications). He is currently working on publishing poetry, creative non-fiction, academic essays, and his memoir. ******** Scott has also worked as an intern editor for the University of North Georgia Press. As a freelance editor, he has done the layout and design of several books and magazines. He is currently working with several authors on various publication projects in which he is either ghostwriting, editing manuscripts, or doing the layout and design of their books. ******** Finally, and most importantly, he is a father, grandfather, husband, and dedicated Harley Davidson rider. He and his family enjoy the beauty of the North Georgia Mountains where they live—especially their screened in back porch where they love to bird watch. ******** ~ "I love realism. I love writing about the raw, down-to-Earth, heartfelt realities of life. I love to write in a way that reaches into the human soul—to take the greatest pains and struggles in life, and make them a blessing to others. Fantasy is a wonderful, interesting thing—but real-life situations, feelings, fears, and dreams are an unexplored ocean of stories that need to be told." ~ ~Scott Biddulph~

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