Sir Pen T #amwriting

I’m kind of back. I’m still in the most lovely OBX where I’ve been for the past two marvelous weeks, but I leave tomorrow morning bright (okay, maybe not that bright) and somewhat early and hope that I don’t get stuck in the I95 parking lot. (Ugh.) This is the first time I’ve done 2 weeks and it still doesn’t feel like enough…will it ever? ๐Ÿ˜‰

Without further ado, the first thing I’ve written in 2 weeks…another ugh.

PHOTO PROMPT ยฉ Jan Wayne Fields

Sir Pen T

We never camped.

Years ago, we stopped even renting a cabin in the woods. He โ€œdoesnโ€™t getโ€ the woods.

These days we go to the beach where he works continuously, and I seek friends in strangers.

These โ€œfriendsโ€ have very sharp fangs, which I didnโ€™t notice immediately. Their amber eyes narrow like reptiles.

โ€œWhat to do with her?โ€ the woman asks.

โ€œI like that marinated, grilled thing you did the other night,โ€ he says.

โ€œWith jalapenos,โ€ he adds, his forked tongue tasting the air.

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Sascha Darlington

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16 replies »

  1. I loved the first part of this, about a crumbling relationship and seeking friends in strangers. Then it became an unconnected horror story and I was confused

  2. Dear Sascha,

    Those new friends sound a little odd. Like Neil I was a little confused by them. I’m missing the beach myself. A week in NC wasn’t long enough.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  3. It’s a shame about the marriage problems. I’m taking for granted the descriptions of the “friends” are her being highly sarcastic. A good story, Sascha. Well done. —- Suzanne

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