She’d left him, again.
She’d be back.
He’s a catch.
Sure, she moaned about his bedroom and the Power Rangers bedding. She complained about the once-white socks now covering the floor like permafrost. She wore gloves while picking up the radioactive coloured half-eaten cheese-puff packets.
She even nagged about the lack of intimacy, caused by his mum’s sonar hearing and the subsequent banging on the door, “Geoffoooorrey! No more hanky-panky.”
Geoffrey (or Pug_Face9 as he liked to be called), wasn’t born for this mundane existence, or stressy girlfriends.
He was a crusader. A king of lands. Master of civilisations. Destroyer of beasts. Creator of worlds. Minecraft pioneer.
Who needs glass windows, when you can have a flat screen TV? Any view you like at the touch of a button.
On the screen, the creation that had taken months. The castle of Krak des Chevaliers. And in the sky, clouds that spelled “Will you marry me?”
via Flash! Friday–Vol 2 – 41 | Flash! Friday.
Reminder of the rules: 140-160 word story. 24 hours. Use the photo prompt. Use the element (in the locket).
I thought I’d have a bit of fun with the second entry this week. I did it really quickly (for me).
Loved doing it.
Got a wonderful ‘Honourable Mention’. That’s two awards for the two entries in the same week. Which I’m really proud of as competition is extreme and there are approx 80 entries now. Thanks again, kind judge.