Written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less based on the photo prompt provided this week by Georgia Koch. Thank you Rochelle and Georgia.
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“Accept it darling,” he said, “my time’s up.”
“What about me?” she held his hand in a death grip.
He smiled. “Your boat is yet to dock. I’ll just go on ahead and arrange things…”
“No!” she flared up. “I don’t like your ‘arrangements’. Remember how you messed up the kitchen?”
“But you loved redoing it.”
A tear rolled down her cheek.
“I thought you believed in destiny? That we are married for seven lives?”*
“I need to buy medicines.” She dashed across the busy street.
Impatient (and skeptical), she thought it prudent to give fate a helping hand.
*According to Hinduism, marriage between a couple is not limited to this life only, it extends to seven or more lives.