There was a … small, stream sound. Steady. Then, an exuberant sigh.

“I’ll remember it!” she called.

Whether she even thought she would or not? Eh. Not as important as the confirmation.

Anita wandered off, found her actual husband, felt a vague sense of disappointment, and chugged it down.

Some time mid-day, however, a bicycle rang out a jaunty ring. It came to a halt, and the sound of metal hitting wood suggested it leaned against a tree nearby.

“Someone here?” she called, voice parched.