In the beginning it was beautiful. She was so unpredictable; everything that he was not. Each day was a new adventure. He had never felt more vibrant. Even at work, he was more productive. His colleagues noticed and were happy for him.
Now there was nothing more to say. The key was in the mailbox. It was a done deal. Enough of the whining, blaming, crying, and pleading. She was dragging him down and he had to get away.
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don’t need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free.
image by Ron Pruitt
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https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/10/21/23-october-2015/
Retired Ruth 
I also remember that song. Good story using it and the prompt, Ruth. It’s a shame when that happens. Sounds like she needed to grow up more than a little. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne
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I enjoyed the song and your story!
Lily
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Although I am following you I dont seem to be getting your post alerts.. apologies for that.. will check out why…
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First impressions can be deceiving! God luck… Well done!
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Loved how you modelled your story after the song. I can remember that song. 🙂
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Dear Ruth,
Sad when the magic is gone and we wonder what we saw in that person to begin with. Good use of the prompt and the song. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Nice job. Now I’m wondering if he’s giving us the story he tells himself to feel better of ir we are getting the truth!
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Sad story. It would be interesting to see the relationship from her point of view. Maybe he was way too boring for her? I loved the contrast between beginning and end.
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I feel a downward spiral… Sad really.
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Yes. The honeymoon was over! Thanks for reading.
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Full circle then… 😦
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