Inventions of the Future: Mobile Homes

George sat down on the curb and almost cried. Rita was gone again. She promised she would stop running away. She promised she would be there for him. Sure, they had been through some rough times but things had been better lately.

She hated the cat. He had given the cat away. She wanted her floors clean. He made it a habit to take his shoes off at the door. He had kept his part of the bargain. She didn’t even leave a note.

In place of his cozy home there was nothing but a big empty hole. Nothing to do but go to the bar.

“Hey George, haven’t seen you in here for a while.”

“I just needed to get out for a while.”

“Uh, huh. Did she at least let you know when she was coming back?”

“Piss off and give me a double.”

He staggered back to his empty lot just in time to see her lowering her chassis on the docking frame. Her white gingerbread trim was almost luminescent against her blue siding. Her front curtains were drawn, as if to shut him out.

There was nothing he could do but walk up to the porch. The door chime played his favorite song.

“You didn’t let anyone else in, did you?”

“No, I just wanted to spend some time with my sister. She just had a garden shed.”