Friday Fictioneers – Memories

It’s been a busy week here at Reclining Towers so finding time to write in response to Rochelle‘s prompt email and the pícture there in

from Dale Rogerson has been a struggle this week. In times past if I wasn’t feeling inspired I would have shown the picture to the infinite number of monkeys living in the spare room and see what they came up with but, as good as their work was, the neighbours complained about the noise and the smell of bananas so I had to let them go. Plus the carpet cleaning bill was a drain on my bank account.

So I’ve gone back to the old skool method of writing to order. There’s nothing like an impending deadline to make you come up with something.

If you want to read everyone else’s more considered and well crafted FriFics, hop on over to Frogtopia. And if you fancy reading mine, keep scrolling down….

 

 

“It was a clear moonlit night,” you tell everyone, “I knew that first second I would marry her.” You smile, the perfect story.

At first I remembered differently. For three nights you were drunk and ignored me. You only wanted me after the Portuguese holiday rep slapped you and you had to try elsewhere. But you kept telling me I mis-remembered until I doubted myself and believed you.

When we married I thought I was more than your wife, that I was my own person. But you kept telling me I’m worthless, lucky to have you. Until I believed you.