Where Do They All Come From?



We are hardly ever together any more.  If we see each other, we grunt a brusque “alright?” and continue our detached lives.

Although we still sleep in the same house, we have separate rooms.  We are strangers.

When necessary, we put on a united front, presenting ourselves as a couple, laughing and joking, but seldom connecting.  I wonder how many we fool and how many other people are in the same kind of sham relationship.

I see my mates at the pub every night in order to escape the loneliness at home.

It isn’t what I imagined when I proposed.

Word Count: 100

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


44 thoughts on “Where Do They All Come From?

  1. Christine Goodnough says:

    Too often too true. the realtor who sold our house told us about another he’d sold, where the couple had built a wall right through the middle. She got the kitchen part and cooked all his meals, which she passed through an opening in the wall. Otherwise they were quite separate.

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