This week’s photo prompt from Madison Woods’ Friday Fictioneers.
A man needs space, he said. Time to reflect. Away from his woman.
Other men, he said, might go drinkin’, chasin’ women, killin’ stuff in the woods and streams. That wasn’t for him, he was different, he said.
Other men, I thought, wouldn’t spend our last dollar on a blimp.
He needed solitude, silence he said; so every weekend he’s up there, chillin’ out in the sky.
What is it they say? If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it’s yours…
I cut the tether rope.
A woman needs to know where she stands.