“Rrrrrrrrrrrr.” It was that awful monstrosity Sarah had gleefully purchased.
“The first change in my new life.” I swatted it into silence.
I quickly dressed for morning rounds. “Nothing could look different today.”
Locking the backdoor, I rushed to the car. “I can grab a muffin and juice at the café on the way.”
Parking in my designated place, I strode across the walkway to the café. “All is well.”
“Morning, Doctor.”
“Morning.”
“How are the newlyweds?”
“Never better.”
“$6.79.”
Reaching back I found an empty pocket. “I’m going to have to visit our lovely secluded spot, one last time.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Requirements: Photo Prompt and 100 words.
It's All in Finding the Right Words 
Sounds like a man with a dark secret.
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Sometimes being a newlywed is not all its cracked up to be? They say?
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Hmm, I’m trying to connect the dots, monstrosity, newlywed, empty pockets, and secluded place. I think her new husband is deader than a doornail and the monstosity is a tiger that ate the husand. Am I close??
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Dear Roger,
I’m a little mystified as to what’s actually happening here. No matter I parse it, I’d say the honeymoon’s definitely over.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Yes, I think so?
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Your story captured my interest like putting a puzzle together. Enjoyed it. 🙂
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Thank You so much,
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