She sat opposite me, her eyes expressive as she spoke of Lollipop trees and sugar filled seas. I wish my life were as fanciful as the imaginary world she spoke of. Instead, I was trapped in an unhappy marriage.
If I’d known the true nature of the woman I married, I would have run for the hills and not looked back. The honeymoon was over soon after we moved in together.
How I wished I’d met this delightful girl before… She ticked my senses and fancy.
The train stopped. It was time to return to my world of marital misery.
This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can find this week’s prompt here. To read other stories or to participate, click here. I also worked in the prompts for the July Writing prompts, courtesy of Putting My Feet in the Dirt.