PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
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.