It Means Nothing
Mac drained the last of his drink, signalling to the bartender he was done he left a five dollar tip, grabbed his jacket and left the bar.
He always passed the Roman Catholic Church on the corner, he didn't have to take that route, in fact there were three other quicker routes he could take but he always chose to walk past the church.
He wasn't a man for religion; Claire had been Catholic but hadn't been a catholic in the traditional sense. He being of no chosen sect had left them with a simple ceremony at the registry office.
Half way down the street, he shrugged on his coat. Winter was starting to die down and spring was on its way leaving the temperature somewhat warmer.
It was becoming almost customary to stop off at Henry's at the end of a late shift, walk home to his apartment in the early hours of the morning.
But now it almost felt wrong, everything in fact had lost its spark leaving him jaded. Since he'd pushed her out of his life, there wasn't much that held much meaning to him anymore and he only had himself and his stubbornness to blame.