When she finally deigns to look, the signs are glaring at her from every corner of her life. The end of slow, lazy Sunday mornings in bed, of Friday evenings spent together at home; the late nights “at work” and his immediate need to shower when he gets home. The increase in dirty clothes and him doing his own laundry; the constant fatigue and the “not tonight, honey” responses.
One Sunday, she follows him. He drives to the mall one town over. She hides herself in the bright colors of the post-Church shoppers, keeping him just in sight until he makes a sharp right through a colorful shop entrance.
When she gets there, she stops, blinks twice and re-reads the sign posted in the entryway: Dance Dance Revolution Contest Finals TODAY.
For the Daily Post prompt: Glaring.