Bodies in Accelerated Motion (Short Story‪)‬

We have just been to church and it gets me to thinking we should try to help someone. I tell my husband Walker this as we struggle back to our car, arms wrapped around each other's waist, our coats flapping open in the wind. My skirt keeps flying up, and I feel like I'm seconds away from flashing the other exiting congregants. "We should get a six-pack and bring it over to Gracie," I say. I burrow my head in his shoulder. There's supposed to be a warm front blowing through, and I try to convince myself there's a lightness to the chill stabbing through my jacket. Today's sermon about forgiveness plus all of the baby blessings kind of makes me want a drink myself, but I shake off the impulse.