Twenty five gift cards. She was getting them to give to her husband so he could buy groceries. A new responsibility for him. He didn’t usually buy the groceries, but he’d have to start. She was leaving, and she was was going to be gone for a long time. Probably forever.
When she first decided to leave, she had immediately felt guilty. Not about the leaving. That was necessary, and she tried never to feel guilty about doing what was necessary. It was because she liked to have everything in order that the thought of his meals came immediately to mind. It really had more to do with who she was than with any sympathetic concern for him. Actually, her first thought had been to make meals and freeze them, but she figured that was just too much. Gift cards would at least put some of the responsibility on him.
She thought calling them gift cards was kind of ironic. As if she was doing him a favor– actually giving him a gift. She was going to empty all of their accounts this afternoon, so he wouldn’t have any other resources except the Walmart gift cards and whatever he could start putting together on his own. If she left the cash instead of the gift cards he would spend it on a gambling weekend or buying drinks for his cronies at the local pub. This way he’d have to restrict his vices to what Walmart had to offer. She would enjoy thinking about that at the hotel tonight. And on the plane tomorrow. Then she wouldn’t think of him ever again.
Yes, she’d buy gift cards and leave them with the note on the bureau. She hadn’t written the note yet, but it would say something like “This is to inform you that I’m done here. You can do the rest by yourself.”
This is my entry in the Trifecta Writing Challenge using the third definition of the word new. trifectawritingchallenge.com
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