She could see from a distance and knew it was him. That short brown hair that he tried to style from the 80’s when he had thicker hair, and now was trying to look “hip” for the younger students. His slight and small figure was easily recognizable, kept relatively trim from the gym he went to not-quite-religiously three times a week. His shoulders were mousy, his back not very broad. He ran at the gym, instead of running in the neighborhood, where it was unsafe to even go to the car in front of the house.
He was standing in front of his car, the one that had been broken into at least five times. She started toward him but saw the girl with long brown hair, his hand on the girl’s shoulder, his talking intently, quietly, face close to hers; and she knew, she knew in that moment, that he was cheating on her.
Prompt 1 from 642 Things To Write About Journal – “What happens in a second”.