FFfAW — The Cruise

CEDE7017-62BE-4BA9-B1AC-76FCEDC12B51“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.”

(193 words)

Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: Dorothy.

13 thoughts on “FFfAW — The Cruise

  1. Priceless Joy April 4, 2018 / 3:34 pm

    Oh no! Heartbreaking for Kenneth. I thought he was going to tell her that he had gotten them tickets and was surprising her. LOL! Great story!!

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  2. Ellespeth April 7, 2018 / 3:42 pm

    So much for a nice afternoon watching the ships go by 😦 Rebecca needs to go back to bed and get up on the other side this time. She’s in a horrible mood!

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