“A picnic table with a tablecloth no less, a yard, trespassers comfortable, using our driveway to cut a path.” Megan sat back musing. “No wonder I can’t sleep. Beachfront property? How do you justify owning the ocean, never said… well, we don’t actually, still; the beach counts. How do you get the message across to people and keep smiling? Maybe… but shall we close the borders?” Kreep bellowed a laugh. “Define ‘the borders’.” His arm panned the turbulent vastness, no other land in sight. “She’s restless today. Netting. Wouldn’t look pretty.” Megan sighed. “Think someone might try to play tennis?”
The Prompt: …but shall we close the borders…
100WCGU – Week#175
Get out she says, I want you out.
Joe just stood there. Now what… This time he’s not willing to lose everything or leave behind things she covets just to pacify. “Pacify what, how does that go, ‘don’t try to figure out a plan, you can’t reason with a headless man’ in this case a woman. How can I do this in a more rational way with an irrational woman whose mood could change like the flip of a switch?” None of this stops friends and family from giving age-old advice “don’t worry about it, it’ll take care of itself”. He hopes as he sits espresso in hand reflecting on what’s come to pass; in a matter of moments fate has been decided… or has it? His usefulness came to an end and he’s now outdated. “One door closes another opens, another wise-old-sagely goody, but it’s hard to see what that new door will be. What will it bring?” Suddenly an air of relief tries to enter, a breath of fresh air, hope, possibility. He can feel it as if it were a breeze but in a split second it’s gone. It all seems so dead. It is death but Joe wants life to go on preferably with her… and his stuff.