Prompt: 29. Anniversary
Character(s): Chris Argent, Mrs. Argent
Word Count: 336
Rating: T
Warning(s): Violence against animals
They had met at his father's kennels on the very day he had related to Scott the story of the rabid dog. Even back then she'd worn her hair boyishly short and cropped close. He hadn't thought much of it then, just eyed her as one eyes something that is out of place or curiously put in position, girls besides his mother and his sister were a rare sight. Her father was a dog trainer and was looking to pick up new stock.
He thinks that the moment his grandfather came down from the farm house on the hill with her father and his, rifle in hand and casually brought them all over to the small kennel where the snarling dog tried in vain to free itself and shot it casually as if the occurrence happened every day and she never turned her head or cried out in pity for the dead animal that was when he fell into the first stirrings of love with her.
Or maybe later as she and his mother stood in the kitchen cooking.
Or later when he and she stood in the two person assembly line of washing and drying the dishes.
Then there was the moment he knew absolutely that she was the woman he would marry one day when they shot skeets in the woods at sunset and she beat his nine perfect shots with twelve.
There was something about a woman who could be as hard as man with a gun in her hands or a soft as a girl who knew how to cook.
There was something in the way that her smile came when he asked her to mend a rip or a tear in his collar or the way she laughed in glee while unwrapping a Christmas present of a revolutionary era pearl handgrip pistol.
He stands wondering what to get her for their seventeenth wedding anniversary as he meanders through Homewares and Hunting accessories, trying to figure out how he got so lucky.