Continued from Sunset Motel…
I still want a baby.
As we lie in bed, day three of our weekend romp, I think to ask for his sperm, for both our sakes, but my voice is caught in the wind blowing through the open window.
He rolls to his side. “I think I love you.”
We both know it’s a lie, but it feels right for the moment.
I lean in, kiss him, and he inserts himself inside me one last time.
word count: 77
The challenge is to blog every other day June 17 through June 30, using the theme or prompts as inspiration.
The theme is seven, so I’m posting a series of seven stories at seventy-seven words each. Each day also has a prompt based on a famous book title, and while I’ve unfortunately never read any of the books listed, I think I can work with the funny play on words.
Today’s prompt is: The Call of the Wind
I hope you enjoyed this series of short-shorts! I truly had fun writing and sharing them with you. While this ending doesn’t feel final, when it comes to fiction, is there ever truly and “ending” anyway? I just might bring these characters back one day, maybe even for the next Bar-A-Thon challenge. 😉
If you’re just coming in at the end, read all seven shorts from the beginning here.