Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….
Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy
“Honey, will you come here for a moment?” Mr.Pillsbury asked his wife of 50 years.
Mrs.Pillsbury entered the room with the same sway of hips that made him a prisoner of hers years ago.
“What is it darling?…Oh, you finished it…Are those the same shells?”
“Yes, my dear. Our first unofficial date…we were twelve the first time I asked you to marry me.” Mr.Pillsbury pulled his wife closer.
Her laugh filled the old house: “We got there…eventually.”
“Let’s take another walk by the sea…look for some new shells.”
“All these years…I still love you.”
He kissed his wife and whispered: “Good.”
I crawled out of the dark hole this week. I blame it on a sunny weather. Hope it lasts…both the weather and my mood.