You enter your magic portal (aka the garage) and turn from Mum – limping defeated from the breakfast battlefield – into six-figure marketing director. Today is Tuesday, the day he may be in town, so you take a detour to the park. He’s there; your heart races.
‘We should find another bench; one that draws less attention to itself and those sitting on it.’
‘I like this bench.’
‘What if someone sees us?’
‘Let them see us. I don’t care.’
Says he whose life is safe elsewhere.
You know he’s obsessed.
You ought to call it off but
You feel so alive.
Okay, bit against the rules of FFfAW this week: I’ve combined it with Lynn’s second love nudge, so it is a continuation of yesterday’s haibun. The photo prompt just went too well with the idea I had in mind. I think this stands on its own, though – I hope nobody’ll mind.