I took this photo outside of our front door. The snow is beautiful, isn’t it? Wish you were here to share it with me and to keep me warm.
Yes, it looks quite picturesque, but shouldn’t you be asking that personal trainer you had an affair with, rather than me, to keep you warm?
I told you that was a mistake and it’s over. I love and miss you. Won’t you please consider coming home?
I’d say when hell freezes over, but it looks like it already has.
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo prompt from Dale Rogerson.