She went into the den but he wasn’t there. Setting the tray down on the table beside his laptop, she went to look for him. After wandering into the different rooms and still no sign of him, she figured that he might be outside. She looked out the kitchen window.
He was in the backyard, fingering the leaves of that pathetic looking shrub which she wanted him to get rid of but he refused, insisting that the tree responded to the touch of his hand.
Resentfully, she thought, I’m his wife and yet, he doesn’t show me such loving care.
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. This was also posted using Week 1 – April 2022 Writing Prompt from Putting My Feet in the Dirt.