PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
“Let’s have a date night,” my husband said. “I’ll arrange everything; you come home and get ready for a treat. Wear something sexy.”
I hid my surprise. Things hadn’t been great for a while and he’d never organised anything special.
I spent time preparing, anticipating a romantic meal somewhere classy. A squirt of expensive perfume and I was ready. Excitedly, I went downstairs.
I surveyed the bedroom the morning after; the takeaway pizza stinking its greasy fumes and the dregs of the bargain booze in the bottom of the glass.
I fastened the suitcase and headed out. I deserved so much more.
Word Count: 102
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.