I never understood her side of the desk we share. My side looks like a cyclone blew through the room. Papers, DVD cases, and coffee cups scattered everywhere. I’m always losing pens.
She’s so precise, so neat, except she’s a little careless with the stuffed animals our grandson gives her so she’ll be safe.
When she’s home, she drives me crazy, but after she’s gone a day or so, I find that I miss her. I like to think solitude doesn’t bother me, but in the end, I get lonely.
Come home soon, dearest. Please drive me crazy again.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff Fields’ Friday Fictioneers writing challenge. The idea is to use the photo above as a prompt to write a piece of flash fiction no more than 100 words long. My word count is exactly 99.
This is an apt description of the desk my wife and I share in our den and how I feel when she goes on a trip.
To read more stories based on the prompt, go to InLinkz.com.