“Go for a walk on the beach, sort this thing out in your head.” He lay in their bed and smirked at her. She resisted the temptation to attack him and pulled on shorts and a disreputable tee-shirt.
An hour or so away from the cabin it all became clear. If he could do that on their honeymoon.
The only remaining question was how far away she could get before he noticed she had gone.
Picking up the pace to a mile eating jog she showed her teeth in a feral grin.
At midnight he realised he was alone…
Daily Drabble – Honeymoon
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