Two dark figures appeared in the backyard of a small house. It was pitch black yet they masterfully maneuvered around the objects lying on the ground. They avoided any unnecessary noise. The dark figures were too familiar with the backyard to be there for the first time, yet they didn’t want to be seen. They were getting closer to the house when the back door opened. They dropped dead on the ground and froze.
A slightly overweight man in his early thirties came out of the back door . He lit up a cigarette and made a prolonged puff. As he was exhaling he unzipped his pants and started pissing on the flowers that his wife had strenuously been trying to grow for the last month. It was his payback for her not allowing him to smoke on the porch.
– Mike, shut the door! How many time do I have to tell you to shut the door when you go out to smoke. – she yelled.
– I’m finishing up. – he said with a cigarette in his mouth while swiftly zipping up his pants.
His wife had an acute sense of smell, which had been quite a problem since Mike smoked a lot, and would usually forget to use a deodorant. He adjusted to her rules and demands quite a bit since they’d moved in together. He loved her. He was willing to change for her. She loved him, too, but differently. She was willing to change him. She even caught herself thinking about their wedding day. The thought she’d been trying to avoid for her own reasons.
The man threw out the bud and went inside.