Thursday, February 2, 2012

2. President's Day

The face of the President was burned in her mind, the victory of their stolen hours together made her blush.  He once gave her a snapshot of himself as a child posing with his youthful grandfather.  They were standing by a lake, holding up fish they had caught; how utterly dull.  She still had the picture (the lawyers didn’t know she had it so they’d never asked for it); she held it close to her face and studied it.  He is the image of his grandfather, if we get married and have a son, our son will look like this, too. 
She flipped over the photo and read the inscription in his messy scrawl:  For My Dearest Monica, You mean the world to me!  It was such a trite expression, but she knew he was sincere.  And he’d drawn a heart around her name, a small gesture that meant a lot.  I will reel him in, she thought, just like he reeled in that fish.      
(*yet another entry for the trifecta contest.  required word:  image)


  1. It's been so long since I've thought of Monica. I like that you brought me back there. I really like the fish detail, and I'm chuckling at the thought of Bill drawing hearts around names. Nicely done. Come back on Friday for the weekend challenge, ok?

  2. lol - poor, poor Monica. BC is the one who did the reeling, I think.

    Great job

  3. Not sure who did the reeling in that one...probably the press. Interesting piece.


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