PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields
The chill penetrated my bones as I’d spooned barely warm beans into my mouth. You’d reassured me one day your business would fly, and so would we, to somewhere with brilliant blue skies and golden sand.
Later, the rain pitter-pattered and we’d huddled in our sleeping bag and as your fingers slid under my layers of clothes I forgot I hated camping, my head was full of you, only you.
Today you drop off our kids, bronzed from the Florida sun, and climb into your sports car, kissing your girlfriend hard on the lips and I wonder whether you miss those days where we had nothing but each other. I wonder if you miss me.
I am horribly late to late to the party this week. Less than 2 weeks until publication of The Gift and I have been busy checking the typeset files and doing the final proofread. I will read as many stories as I can this week but sorry if I don’t get around to them all. Normal service will be resumed soon!
Fluing High was written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Hope over to host Rochelle’s blog and read the other entries here.