It happened just that way.
Six years after Tricia had left Ollie, she was in her own office, in a complex of offices. She was was busy, in demand, full of life and energy. An exploding success.
She was racing from her second floor office to take a call on the first floor, passing a non-descript man on the stairs who called her name. She hadn’t stopped.
The man called again asked; ,
“Don’t you recognise me?”
This nothing man, standing there, had once been her husband, Ollie.
She said she’d be right back, and ran on.
What captured her, was how he had deteriorated. She had to shake her head to dislodge the image to transact her business.