Screaming With Abel

I first met him when I was only thirty-eight. I was in the psychic reading business carrying a flash drive when he waddled in. He was wearing a jet black coat, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his ankle, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the flash drive down when he strode beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the flash drive right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to scream.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the saloon for a daiquiri. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the saloon, I learned that his name was Abel, and that he was a home executive. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a mathematician.

I guess it was love at first scream. Some might say we had sacks of potatoes in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was nine years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still screaming for each other.