Thank you, Rochelle, for giving us Friday Fictioneers. If you’d like to participate, click here for instruction. If you’d like to read more stories for the photo prompt, click here (on the blue froggy):
“I’d rather have a day of fantastic with you than years of ordinary with someone else,” she said to Jasper.
Her life devolved into a nauseating carnival ride of infrequent ecstasy succeeded by tumultuous lows when angry tears, alone, frequently befriended her.
She remembered her pity for Jane and Mac, her best friends who were best friends before their marriage. That seemed bloodless. Where was the passion?
Alone, in front of the fireplace while the wind whipped branches across the windows, Megan sipped a watery pinot while craving a different man—a friend—and an ordinary life.