Choices

“So this is why you moved to France?”

I nod and hand over one of the glasses brought out from the kitchen.

“Harry wanted to focus on his artwork.” I tell him, taking care to stand in the centre of the old barn. The paintings line up against the walls, my face staring in at me over and over, never looking quite the same.

“They’re…”

“Unusual?” I prompt, smiling over the rim of my glass. He grins back sheepishly.

“Yer, I suppose.”

We don’t say anything else. I watch him drink and wonder why I didn’t choose him.

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9 Comments

  1. Dear Carol,

    Hindsight is always 20/20. Nice take on the prompt. And yes, this week’s prompt has been a very popular one. We’ve set an all time Friday Fictioneers record. 😉

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  2. Well done. Good description. I think Harry needs to get out, mingle and paint others besides his wife as long as he stays true to her. Then maybe she’d have more respect for him.

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