I lay in bed, exhausted, burning with fever.
A crash of pots, pans.
“Darling, omelette, dry toast. We ran out of butter,” he grins sheepishly, handing me the tray.
Then, he looks at me, eyes like smouldering embers.
I am in love.
Participating Entry – YeahWrite #221 Microstories Challenge
Prompt:
Answer this question in exactly 42 words
“How Hot Is It?”
I totally loved it.
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Thanks Ruby 🙂
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That’s love alright, to care for one when sick.
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Together in Health and sickness………….that’s that marriage is.
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I was a bit worried he was making a mess in the kitchen that she’d have to clean up once her fever broke.
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😉
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Breakfast in bed is a winner for me. Every single time 🙂
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Spot On! 🙂
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Ah, l’amour. 🙂
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🙂
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Husband is sweet, but he needs to learn that pots and pans aren’t necessary when toasting bread 😉
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