Fiction: Me Days (177 words)

08 Mar


The best thing about marrying a man as wonderful as Bradley Wilson are the days when he decided that I was going to have a “me” day. He would bundle up Arthur and take him away for a day of fun somewhere out of the house.  He also managed to convince Marta to clear out for the day, and I don’t know how he managed to actually convince her to do so quietly.

When he sets up those days for me, I do nothing.  I lay in bed.  I watch stupid TV shows.  I eat my weight in potato chips and dip.  Because—you know—why not? It is delicious.

But then my boys come home.  Bradley kisses me softly and Arthur cannot wait to tell me every last little detail of his day.  See that’s the very best part of a day to myself—Seeing their smiling faces come in the door and knowing that they’ll always come home to me.  If that isn’t the best way to end a day, I don’t know what is.

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Posted by on March 8, 2016 in Stories


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