The car rolled up into the sidewalk in front of the small brick house. The drying up garden glowed in the street light, huddled in a mass of bark, long grass and weeds, looking as natural and untouched as ever.
As he stopped the car she waited, waited for some sort of word to break the tension that had filled the car on the ride home but instead she was greeted by the cold unbuckling sound of his seatbelt as he started to leave the car. To say goodbye. With a heavy heart, she did the same and opened the car door into the warm night. The air was thick with humidity with the threat of a coming storm and once again she was glad she wore a light shirt.
Dismally she walked towards the small veranda to her door, stopping to wait for him as he followed her. This is it, she thought. Its goodbye and then he goes home.
Well I should be getting home, its lat