I saw this short ‘Flash Fiction’ piece this morning on one of the blogs that I follow. I enjoyed it, so thought I’d share it with you…
A/N: A quick flash fiction. Not happy with the title though, so let me know if you have any ideas!
Every year Eleanor Perry divorced her husband.
It was always around the middle of May, at the stroke of noon. It was true that midnight would have been more dramatic, but she honestly didn’t feel like having to stay up.
Eleanor loved her husband almost as much as she hated him. He was infuriating in every sense of the word. It was one thing that he was always mocking her, always embarrassing her and always making her feel like a little child – all of this she could forgive.
What she couldn’t forgive was how much he loved her.
He never tried to hide it. He was as brutally honest about his love for her as he was about everything else. He seemed to think it the greatest joke of…
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Loved this, so true to life! LOL
I think it would be more aptly titled The ‘Divorce’ Game.
Thanks – enjoyed that! 🙂