The blindfold is impossibly tight, but I play along.
Roger is driving, and I can’t really tell where.
For our anniversary, he said there was a big surprise. We’d had a few rough patches lately, but I knew he was a good man.
The car stops, and he leads me out.
When the blindfold comes off, the first thing I see is the aeroplane.
“I just bought it, Clara,” he says with a wry smile. “I won the lottery!”
I shriek joyously!
Then that woman walks up and takes his arm.
“And I want a divorce,” he says.
Today’s post is my first attempt at Friday Fictioneers, a weekly challenge and critique blog for writers. Check it out! The picture is the prompt, and there is a 100 word limit each week. This prompt came in at 99 words. Phew!