The thunderheads had been building for hours and as the first raindrops hit the windowpane I couldn’t stand it any longer and closed my eyes.
Building castles from the bricks of dreams I saw my princess once again. I forgot the reek of my depilated living; I forgot the dun nicotine-stained wallpapers; I forgot arthritis and my pangs of hunger.
We had planned a perfect life: in all its details down to the colors of our koi before you left.
I can’t blame you really really. When you talked about our castle, I only saw the lights from the casino.
The image looks like a dream, and so very far from the weather we are having at the moment. I cannot say my life is this dark, but I have to say that gambling addiction is a terrible disease.
Friday Fictioneers is a wonderful community, and I’m glad to be back writing a bit. It has been a bit hard to fit the prompt into my weekly schedule. Rochelle does a fantastic job keeping this community going, and I know the hard work that goes into keeping a community together. If you want to see more please click on the frog below.
May 27, 2020