This is not what Dave Harrison expected. He thought the day would go how it had been for the past five years.
He'd wake up, brush his teeth and shower, do some vocal exercises while in the shower, put on his bunny suit, maybe make some breakfast, kiss his wife, Anne, good morning and goodbye, then finally leave for work.
He was not expecting Anne to stop him right before he headed out the door, a thick manila folder in her perfectly manicured hand. Her face gave nothing away but from the sinking feeling in his stomach and the way she refused to meet his eyes, Dave knew that what ever was on that folder was not good.
The door creaks as Dave closes it before slowly and cautiously making his wife over to his wife.
They both walk to the dining table and take their seats at the ends of it.
Dave just quietly watches her. His eyes run over the parts of her beautiful form which the table isn't hiding, from her thick, curly hair to her sweater clad arms. When his eyes finally reach her fingers, his breath hitches. She's not wearing her wedding ring.
After finally gathering the courage, Anne looks up at her husband. She opens her mouth and utters the words Dave never thought he'd ever hear her say.
"I want a divorce."
