by Rupert Flagg

Created on: June 03, 2009   Last Updated: June 04, 2009

Audra's divorce was only fourteen days and eight hours old when she decided to walk to the corner Laundromat in an attempt to recreate her laundry day. Arthur had always done the laundry with her.
It was the memories of the laughter and the resulting sex on the laundry room floor that had caused her to journey out on this cold October day. She loved the smell of the leaves as they changed colors and fell to the ground.

Arthur had always laughed at her for this, one of her many quirks, as he called them. It was his contention that leaves in and of themselves hadn't any smell at all. He would grab a golden leaf from the ground and hold it gingerly in front of his nose and sniff noisily, winking at her as he did so. "Oh", he'd whisper quietly, "nothing like the smell of old Chevy exhaust." And then he'd laugh as heartily as possible, which even after seeing this routine for more than seventeen years, still made Audra laugh just as hard. She could feel the ache in her side just remembering it. She chuckled to herself, wondering if it were the memory or the fact that she was actually making the seven block walk to this place that was causing the ache in her side.
She stopped for a moment to stretch and the clothes basket she'd so carefully perched on top of a wagon, toppled over, spilling her "whites" onto the side walk, and out into the gutter. She sighed. Staring down at the clothes, she toyed with the idea of leaving them there when a decidedly sexy male voice behind her spoke, "Here, let me help you with that." She turned to see a golden skinned young man bending over and picking up her bra from the gutter. Audra felt a scream playing at the back of her throat, but fought against letting it out. Instead, she took a deep breath and squatted down to pick up the clothes nearest her. "Thank you, Sir." She said politely. She stole awkward looks at the side of his face, a handsome one, if she must say so herself. She could see that he was young, much younger than she was, maybe by 10 years or so. Audra frowned. She shook the thoughts from her head. Art was the only man for her and she was standing on her Christian beliefs for restoration of her marriage. She would not, could not allow herself to be swayed or distracted, besides, this man, this young, nubile, sexy man would never look at her in the way she was looking at him.
In fact, the whole affair took only moments to pass through her mind. She was satisfied, of course, in this fantasy she'd had to push him

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