It was raining outside so a walk in the garden was out of the question. How she hated being there in the countryside. It was always raining. And it was so dreadfully boring. She missed being in the city where life was exciting and there were balls nearly every evening.
She glanced at Edward whose face was buried in a newspaper. What a boring husband he had become.
This was written for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox. For instructions, click Here.