“I’ve always wanted to go on a cruise ship,” Rebecca whispered to her husband, Kenneth.
Kenneth looked over at his wife. “Why have you never mentioned this before?”
“I don’t know,” Rebecca said, somewhat absently.
Kenneth chuckled. “So why mention it now?” he asked her.
“I was looking at all those people out there on the pier,” Rebecca said. “They’re in line to get their ship’s boarding passes for an ocean cruise they’re all taking. I am excited for them. I wonder what far away places they’ll be sailing to, what amazing sights they’ll be seeing, how much fun they’ll have on their excursions. And that makes me wish that I could go on a cruise, too.”
“You mean that we could go on a cruise, right?” Kenneth asked.
Rebecca turned to Kenneth, reached out for his hands, and with tears welling up in her eyes, she said, “No, Kenneth, not with you.”
“What do you mean not with me?” Kenneth asked, pulling his hands from hers.
“First,” Rebecca said, “you never asked me if I would like to go on a cruise. And second, Kenneth, life with you is tediously boring.”
Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: Dorothy.