Sunday Photo Fiction: The Drive
“Are were there yet?” Else asked impatiently. She knew it was her hormones from her new pregnancy that was making her irritable. But still, why did she have to wear a blindfold?
Else heard the tires roll over gravel and the car stop.
Charles exited his side and helped her out of the car.
“Okay,” he said once he’d showed her where to stand. “Take it off.”
Else slipped her finders under the scarf and whipped it off her eyes.
“What you do? Buy a farm?”
Charles laughed. “Certainly not without your permission.”
She heard him open the car’s hatchback. She turned to see what he was doing and gasped.
“Where shall I set this up?” he asked.
It took only a few seconds for her to decide.
Next Charles lay out the blanket and basket, and flopped down on the blanket.
Else gave him a big bear hug. “Thank you so much. It’s been such a long time.”
She gave him a loving kiss then left him to dig in the picnic basket for a sandwich while she stood at her easel and painted.
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words.
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