Their working days raced by in a blur of emails, spreadsheets and data entry.
Evenings brought refuge. In their cosy bungalow they sat together, looking over softly undulating fields, till dusk brought a vast, star scattered sky.
At ten o’clock they slipped into the caress of satin sheets. The daytime world was far away, the only sound an owl’s cry, or the distant baying of a fox. With tender glances they settled beneath an enveloping eiderdown.
Supported by giant pillows, they dimmed the light, moved close to embrace, then rolled apart and reached for their iPads .
Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers, a weekly flash fiction challenge where writers contribute 100 word stories in response to a photo prompt. This week the photo is also one of Rochelle’s. You can read the other stories here.