He found her outside, pegging pants like he counted clients. He longed to sell himself to her.
She curled her toes into the grass and watched clouds scudding to the finish.
How much did you get done today?
Enough, and she stretched to pin up his smalls. Success for her was sunshine hours.
The door banged shut.
This is my writing in response to the prompt here. It is about those days in relationships when it feels like you are just speaking different languages.
Anyone is welcome to link up to the writing prompt to flex your creative muscles and get some eyes on your work.