Wishful Thinking

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“Wishful thinking is not the answer,” Britney said to her husband.

“I didn’t mean just wishful thinking,” Ethan said. “I’m merely saying that we need to maintain a positive attitude.”

“Wishful thinking, positive attitude,” Britney said. Neither is the panacea you think it is.”

“Well, maybe we should try praying. I don’t know what else we can do,” Ethan said. “We’ve been going at this for the past 18 months and still nothing.”

“Praying? Really?” Britney laughed sarcastically. “Like that works.”

“So what do you suggest?” Ethan asked.

“My friend Amanda and her husband were having trouble conceiving and they went to see a fertility specialist,” Britney said. “They both got tested and it turned out that his sperm count was low, so the doctor started giving him testosterone treatments and within six months she was pregnant.”

“Oh,” Ethan said. “So you think it’s my fault. You think I’m shooting blanks, is that it?”

“We don’t know if it’s your fault or my fault,” Britney said. “Maybe there’s nothing physically wrong with either of us. But it can’t hurt to get a professional’s opinion.”

“Fine,” Ethan acquiesced. And then with a wicked smile, he reached out, grabbed his wife, and said, “In the meantime, though, let’s keep trying. Making love with you is my own, personal panacea.”


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “panacea.”

#MicroMondays — Earthquake

C47A8894-9137-421E-8A84-54CDD74FD17EHe knew when he heard the rumbling sounds and felt the bed move that this was going to be a big one. Maybe the big one. But when the room folded flat around him, he knew this would be his last one.

(42 words)


Written for this week’s #MicroMondays prompt from Varad. The challenge: write a 42-word micro fiction post incorporating the words, “the room folded flat around him.”