“Oh. My.” She said it every morning. You would think he’d be accustomed to it, even tired of it.
But she had a way of infusing each word with childlike awe.
That was why he loved it; why her daily exclamation touched him every time. By now, he lived for this. He couldn’t imagine his day starting otherwise.
His wife turned, all smiles, and said the phrase she always followed with: “I think I’ve awakened in paradise.”
He rose and put his arm around her. Staring out their bay windows at the private ocean bay; he, as always, agreed.
©2022 Chel Owens
Written in response to Carrot Ranch‘s prompt:
November 21, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using the phrase, “Oh, my.” It can be used in storytelling or dialog. What is the cause for such a response? Have fun with this one! Go where the prompt leads!
The cursor blinked from an empty screen, the only light in a night-draped house. Walls slept; world slept; he, for a moment, slept. She looked over at his backlit-shadowed features; they frowned.
She sighed and could not frown. Or smile. Expressions felt as elusive as the absent story arcs on her page.
I must write something, she thought.
Blink, answered the screen.
Then; through morning oatmeal mind mush, an idea came. Her fingers poised to type…
He groaned. Sat up. Named her.
She turned to his care.
The cursor sighed, yawned, and went to sleep without her.
Dedicated to Charli, for this week’s prompt at Carrot Ranch.
April 25, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes exhaustion. Who is exhausted and why? Can you make art of exhaustion? Go where the prompt leads!
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