Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Four Hundred and Three

His wife was combing her soft brown hair.

“Pen. We need to talk.”

She put down her hairbrush and he gently compelled her to sit.

“I have a confession.”

Penny’s heart begged him to be silent and leave her the illusion of happiness. 

“You married me because I made you two promises. I’m about to break one of them.” He took her hand. “Brown Mouse. Please don’t be cross but I have fallen in love with you.”

She couldn’t stop the tears. But he kissed them away.

That was the anniversary of their wedding and the day their marriage began.

©jj 2019

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