“It’s lovely, isn’t it?” Lindsay remarked.
“What is?” Jock asked, distracted.
“The sunset. Look at the colors. It reminds me of a painting.”
Jock didn’t answer.
“What’s the matter, Jock?”
“Nothing.”
“You’ve been moody ever since we left New York.”
“I haven’t been moody.”
“Yes, you have. Is it because I made you come to Miami?”
“You didn’t make me come.”
“I had to beg you to come. I shouldn’t have to beg my boyfriend to take a vacation with me.”
“Well, we’re here now, aren’t we?”
“Yes, but what kind of vacation are we going to have now?”
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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.
Notes to Women 
Oh dear. Happy times (not).
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Looks like they have reached journey’s end.
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Not off to a good start! He’ll probably be okay after a couple of drinks and a meal!
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You’re right, Keith. This isn’t starting off very well. Hopefully, it will get better once they get to the resort.
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Not off to a good start at all. But it can only get better right?!
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Hopefully, things will get better.
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I sense that, even if they were matched before, things have taken a turn. Hoping each finds a way to relax, even if it means separately.
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Dear Adele,
This doesn’t sound like the beginning of a beautiful vacation. Hope it gets better for them.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Their vacation is certainly not off to a great start but, hopefully, things will improve for them.
Shalom,
Adele
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