You take a fish out of water and watch it floundering in death’s throes.

Then you kick it, say stand up, your fortunate to be beside me, what I say goes.

The vows promised for better or for worse; I’ve seen the worse, it’s time to let go for the better I suppose.

In response to Sonya’s Three Line Tales, Week 65
Photo prompt by Clay Knight via Unsplash

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