Photo by Sonya Oldwin
‘Lazy bloody moon,’ he muttered, draping an arm over her narrow shoulders.
She hated how the weight of him constrained her breathing, hated his greed for her, his undeserved swagger.
None of that would matter soon: soon she would be gliding across the bay under that lazy moon, heading to a Somewhere he was too stupid to find – happy to become invisible again.
For Sonya at Only 100 Words Three Line Tales. Write a little something of no more than three lines inspired by the photo prompt, then post, link back and take a gander at the other contributions. For full rules see here.