All I Need is the Air

Andrea watched as the trailer rig pulled into their lot. This was a new beginning, for them and their children.

She turned to look for George who was standing by a small creek looking lost.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she whispered in his ear. “You’re wondering why we lived like kings for so long when we could have been happy as paupers like now.”

“I never meant you to have to start over like this.” His voice broke. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey! We’re bankrupt, not dead. And all I need is the air that I breathe and to love you.”

genre: fiction; word count: 100; Rochelle Wisoff-Fields kindly invites us to join the Friday Fictioneers in their weekly creative quests of a hundred words or less. Photo prompt © Ted Strutz. Click on the frog and join in!

48 thoughts on “All I Need is the Air”

    1. Neil MacDonald,
      You just tuck that tartan pragmatism right up and and let them be to breathe in the heady scent of sweet romance. How long has it been since you imbibed some Robert Burns, may I ask? Ah but laddie, I wist you’re right. Love won’t pay the bills. Still, here’s a red, red rose for ye. 🌹

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  1. I do like a good love story. I wasn’t at all worried about the practicalities. I’m sure they’ll be fine. Thank you for the lovely story.

    As an aside, I attended a Zoom talk last night that took place in New Zealand. The talk was transcribed onto the screen for the hearing-impaired. It must have been a New Zealand transcription programme. When the Scottish author being interviewed – Liam McIlvanney, son of William – mentioned Robert Burns, it was transcribed as Robot Bombs. 😉

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    1. Jenne,
      What a laugh! That reminds me of a Japanese transcriber mistaking “issue” for “cliché” in the song “Send in the Clowns.” Accents are a bear, aren’t they?! Glad you enjoyed the story. Thank you!


  2. I think there are a lot of folks having conversations like this right now. With the right attitude any travail may be overcome. Looks like she has it. He needs to forgive himself. Good story, Dora.

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  3. Been there, done that… have absolutely NO desire to go through that level of hell again…. 13 years ago, we were homeless, had just our clothes, a banker’s box each of treasured memories, and dishes. No furniture. We put all our things in the trunk and headed off to Kentucky. It has been a hard 13 years, very hard. 13 years ago, we worried that our marriage would not survive… we’re still together, closer than ever, even.

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    1. Bear,
      It’s easy to romanticize a dire situation in the confines of a hundred words. But it takes reams of paper to explain the reality. We’ve been there too. We would not have made it were not God with us and our love made stronger: “A cord of three strands is not quickly broken” (Eccles. 4:12). Praying for you both that these hard times may end soon and God’s providence be made known more than ever before.

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  4. It’s very hard on a good man to, in his own eyes, fail in his responsibility to support his family. He’s blessed to have such a loving and supportive wife. They’re going to be just fine.

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