“We should have arrived at open,” Deck said. He clinched Amy’s hand within his and they both stared at the mob of shoppers rushing into the local Enormo-Mart electronics shop.
“I am so sorry,” Amy said, regretting the extra episodes of Fixer Upper viewed that morning.
Together, they stepped forward. Automatic doors whooshed open. Usually this made Deck feel like a magician, but this time…this time was different. The automated doors felt more the teeth of a bear trap. Children ran by the couple’s kneecaps. The roar of tire on pavement outside gave way to a steady murmur of chattering partners discussing the virtue of HD3D Dolby 5.1 sets and why AMD and Intel are actually two different approaches to CPUs.
“How badly do you need a new computer?” Amy asked. Her eyes were stuck open, wider than she knew they could achieve.
“It’s new computer or I stop contributing to finances,” Deck said, dodging a shopping cart. Continue reading