Jessica unwrapped the gift from her husband. “What’s this?” she asked.
“It’s a stained glass rendering of a dolphin frolicking in the surf,” Hank said.
“And why did you get me this?” Jessica asked.
“You love dolphins,” Hank said. “You always said that your dream would be to look out of our window and watch dolphins frolicking in the surf.”
“Hank,” Jessica said, mustering as much patience as she could, “you promised me that once you retired we could buy a place near the ocean so we could watch the dolphins frolicking in the surf. This just doesn’t cut it.”
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Jean L. Hays.