Terminal Destination

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Copyright -Douglas M. MacIlroy

Dave worked hard making his globe. Mary would love it. He’d caringly inserted a little bulb at all the places they’d visited. It would bring back fantastic memories whenever she turned it on; cruising down the Danube, sweltering under the pyramids, iced cocktails and lazy days by pools along the Mediterranean.
Noticing at the last minute she’d entered his den, he vainly tried to hide his gift, “You mustn’t look, it’s for Christmas.”
“I’m sorry; It’s bad timing, I know.”
“I’m leaving you…for Luca.”
“The waiter?”
Teary-eyed Dave turned from her and punched a hole, obliterating Sicily, their last destination.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

Chapter 4 – I Saw Her Again Last Night


“You talk about love and my Stuart, but never mention Amy.”
John smiled, “We’re OK together.”
“But do you love her?”
He stared into the dashboard lights.
“It’s something that’s been taxing me, can you love two people? Are there degrees of love?”
She looked at him with consternation, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Love drops on you. Suddenly you’re consumed. So what was it before? A lower level of love?”
Alison caught her breath, “And what you have isn’t enough anymore?”
“How can it be?”
“Stuart’s a fine man, he doesn’t deserve this.”
“Does that make him enough?”