My contribution to Sunday Photo Fiction in 200 words or less:
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| Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding |
“Where is it?” she asked as she plowed through our gear.
“Where’s what?” I asked, obviously clueless
She paused, glared at me, then continued pulling out each and every item in the bags. “You said you’d pack for me. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you.”
She continued muttering without giving me an answer. I knew better than to push it so I tiptoed out of the tent, hoping she wouldn’t notice I was gone. I looked at the forest around us. So beautiful. The silence was amazing. Okay, not silence, but the sounds of civilization were gone, replaced with the chirping of birds and insects. A soft breeze ruffled my air and I inhaled. Fresh air, no pollution. How could it be any better?
Listening to the ranting inside the tent, it was time to face the music. Just as I turned to re-enter, she shouted, “I found it!” Saved by the bell.
I stuck my head inside to see her holding her bag of makeup and hair products in one hand and her hair dryer and curling iron in the other. She looked around with a frown, turned to me and asked, “Where do I plug these in?”
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