Camping, star gazing, candle light dinner, all the little romantic gestures that had brought them together. Yes, this was what their marriage needed.

It was natural. The mundane becomes the humdrum. It takes effort to keep a relationship alive. A few surprises would spruce it up.

She had called his office to confirm. He would be home by 9. Her little notes would direct him to the backyard where she would await him under the moon light, in her sexy ‘barely-there’ lingerie.

The languid moon traversed it path across the sky. It was only the mosquitoes who came to partake of her naked body.

In response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers’ prompt of 25 August, based on a photo by Jan Wayne Fields.

17 thoughts on “Date Night

  1. Well told, though I do hate sad endings. They’re obviously not on the same frequency in their idea of fun. Mind you, some men I could mention would never find the clues & notes— then be in a dither all night wondering where the wife was.😕


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