Philip pushes his way through the hallway cluttered with clothes and toys.
Her clothes, their toys. The condo, once perfect for a bachelor, is simply too cramped since Janine moved in with her kids.
Not even his kids.
He sighs, why did it have to cost and arm and a leg for a townhouse?
“Hello darling”, Janine sneaks up behind wrapping her arms around him. He feels a familiar stirring building and remembers the lonely bachelor days.
“It’s Mike’s week… it’s just us tonight”, she purrs.
Phil leads her to their bedroom.
The townhouse can wait, tonight the condo is perfect.
This picture had me thinking quite a lot, but finally I thought of the saying “an arm and a leg”, but if you only have a leg it’s going to be hard. It’s not my usual style to write a romance but I thought it contrasted with the somewhat grim picture. After this week I will be absent for a few weeks, but will come back with full force when I’m back.
Friday Fictioneers is curated by Rochelle, and around her prompting the best writers on the internet gathers every week. The challenge is simple, one picture, tell your story in a hundred words.